photo by Edmund Garman
I am walking the dogs at Lee Martinez Park when the bells of St. Joseph’s start to ring. They mark the hour of this day, ringing now, here, but in my mind, in my memory and my heart, they are also sounding and counting all the hours of my childhood spent in the St. Boniface parish.
Every sunrise is its own, unique moment. No two have ever been the same. This sky, the one from this morning’s walk, has never happened before and will never be seen again. This particular combination of cloud and color is only now. In the very next minute, it will shift and change, become another sky, a different view. I stop, ask the boys to wait, and look up in amazement, filled with gratitude that this could happen, that I am here to see it.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 