Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Small town

Before this week gets away from me I wanted to share a few more photos from my adventure last Sunday.  Photos that are not barns.  Because  really there is more to life in rural Michigan.

I stopped in the small farming community of Coleman.  I think it’s a farming community because right in the center of town is a grain elevator.

The working parts

The working parts

I thought the whole thing was picturesque.  I suppose if you’re a farmer it’s just equipment.

Buy your feed here

Buy your feed here

But to an outsider it’s all color and angles.

Years of feed sold here

Years of feed sold here

Interesting.  In a dusty sort of way.

At least the driver can see

At least the driver can see

I parked near a store.  Can you guess what they sell?

You guessed it!

You guessed it!

They sell auto and bicycle parts!  Cool combination.

Along the way I also passed this garden.  I actually turned around and went back for these photos.

So pretty

So pretty

They even had a cow.

Moo!

Moo!

It was a fun adventure.  I’m glad I went.  Hopefully I can get back on the road sometime soon!

Glory

Glory


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Windows of DC

I could not resist capturing photos of windows (click on any of them for more detail)  I saw while in DC.

Geometric

Geometric

I wasn’t looking for windows in particular, but as the days went on I began to think maybe I should start a archive file just for them.

Reflective

Reflective

They are fascinating…

Multiples

Multiples

…in their shapes….

One opens

One opens

and their colors…

Home

Home

…and the worlds that are just beyond the glass…

Endurance

Endurance

…that we can only imagine.

Patient love

Patient love

And here’s a door.  Just because.

Welcome

Welcome


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Just a few more places to share with you.

Here’s just a few more photos to show you from our trip to DC.  Click on any of them for more detail.

The Jefferson monument.

The Jefferson Monument.

I thought you might like to see some of the iconic sights…

Vietnam reflections.

Vietnam Wall reflections.

…and some you might not have seen before.

Korean Memorial.

Korean Memorial.

And of course I knew you’d want to see the dog.

FDR's Memorial is a lovely place along the river.

FDR’s Memorial is a lovely place along the river.

…plus just a couple cool things I saw along the way.

Georgetown during the 'blue hour.'

Georgetown during the ‘blue hour.’

Some things just begged to be photographed…

We were followed everywhere by the 'kids in blue.'

We were followed everywhere by the ‘kids in blue.’

…and others were hidden away.

Almost modern art.

Almost modern art.

Tomorrow…or sometime soon… I’m going to show you windows.  But Katie-girl is coming home tomorrow so it might be awhile.

You know how she is.

Mr. Lincoln

Mr. Lincoln


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Would you like to see the National Cathedral?

We spent today at several monuments and I’ll probably show you some of those, but for tonight, how about I show you the National Cathedral? (click on any photo to see more detail.)   It sits high on a hill and is massive.

Front facade.

Front facade.

Inside it is all angles and arches…

Arches repeated.

Arches repeated.

…stained glass windows…

Warmth flows through the windows.

Warmth flows through the windows.

…and muted colors.

Columns bathed in light.

Columns bathed in light.

The light is amazing.

Light and arches.

Light and arches.

And you could get lost in it’s massive naive.

Lit corridor.

Lit corridor.

I’ve never visited the Cathedral before, I’d go again.  It’s photogenic, peaceful and best of all quiet which is hard to find in Washington DC.

More later…I have so much to show you.

Trio of pretty.

Trio of pretty.


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On the Mall

Dome through the visitor center ceiling.

Dome through the visitor center ceiling.

For all my hours and days of tromping around the hill I’ve never visited the Capitol building.  Yesterday was the day.  Senator Stabenow’s (D-MI) transportation expert gave us passes to visit the Senate and the House galleries.  And we lucked out; when we visited the House Sander Levin (D-MI) was debating  Dave Camp (R-MI) on the Full Faith and Credit Act.  Each Representative gave their opening statements, then called in other House Members including Representative Rangle (D-NY) and  Representative Lewis (D-GA), to support their sides of the issue.  Sometimes it got quite heated.  The only thing they agreed on was that the United States would not default on our bills.  The argument seemed to be who got paid first, the Chinese bond holders or the Social Security and disabled veterans.   After about an hour of this I was so confused I’m not sure even reading the bill would help me sort it out.

Upper windows are in hallway from the House Gallery.

Upper windows are in hallway from the House Gallery.

Then we moved over to the Senate gallery, just as a long discussion about Syria was started.  Senator McCain (R-AZ), Senator Levin (D-MI), Senator Menendez (R-NJ), and Senator Graham(R-SC) all asked the President to put additional military pressure on Syria in an effort to stop their use of chemical weapons and begin the end of that government’s reign.  That was interesting, if not a little frightening.  Then Senator Boxer (D-CA) who is Chairwoman  of the Senate Committee of Environment and Public Works, began speaking about a water bill, complete with charts.  That was interesting too.

The dome is so large I couldn't get it all!

The dome is so large I couldn’t get it all!

After a couple of hours of watching people talk we needed to get up and move around, so we went on a tour of the Capitol, moving fro the visitor center up to the Rotunda, and into what was the first House of Representatives meeting room, then down through the crypt and back to the visitor center.  I’m glad we did that, as it’s a truly magnificent building and everyone should see it at least once.  I’m sure if I went again next time we are in DC I’ll see even ore interesting details that I missed on this tour.

Rosa Parks

Rosa Parks

We ate lunch in the visitor center and then headed out for a walk on the National Mall.  We couldn’t have asked for better weather, bits of sunshine in between the clouds and a breeze to keep us cool.  We walked and walked and walked…visiting a sculpture garden along the way…

Remember the typewriter eraser?

Remember the typewriter eraser?

…and then finally sat down at the World War II memorial.

A corner of the WWII Memorial.

A corner of the WWII Memorial.

Our feet were tired, but we wanted to see everything.

Sounds of war.

Sounds of war.

When we finally got back to the hotel we rested for an hour or so, then walked the mile over Key Bridge to Georgetown for dinner.  A little Advil keeps the feet going.  Dinner at Clydes was wonderful…and the walk back across the Potomac for a good nights sleep in the warm night air felt nice too.

It was a good day.

Georgetown.

Georgetown.


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River of hope

Lincoln Monument from the river.

Lincoln Monument from the river.

Today was the first day of the Sorrow to Strength conference here in DC.  We met in a conference room of the hotel and got to know each other a little bit, then listened to a media specialist give advice on handling reporters and doing interviews.  She reminds us that we don’t have to be experts on statistics and safety issues, that all we need to do is tell our stories and stay focused on our message.   Good advice.  We’re just regular people not used to press reporters or television cameras.  I was thinking that we should all watch politicians and learn from them;  they never seem to answer the questions asked of them, and they always stay on task with their preplanned message.

Later in the day we heard from a grief specialist, Kathleen O’Hara.  I feel a connection to Kathleen because my sister found her book several years ago and that’s how she came to work with the Truck Safety group.  We are lucky to have her.  She works with new families and helps them get set up with local grief counseling  She was amazing.  She talked about how grief changes over the years and where to find sources of strength, both from within ourselves and from outside.

Kathleen on the boat.

Kathleen on the boat.

At the end of the day the whole group walked over to Georgetown and took a sunset river cruise.  We held a remembrance ceremony on the boat, where people told stories about their lost loved ones and we laughed and cried.  We were each given a paper boat and Kathleen told us to think about our person, make a wish and let the little boats drift free down the river.  It was a beautiful and unspeakably sad moment.

Dad's little orange boat.

Dad’s little orange boat.

Dad was a water person, he grew up on the Huron River and lived on or near water all his life.  He and Mom went out on the lake often in the evenings to watch the sun set.  The neighbors tell us that after she died he went out in the boat alone every night at sunset.  So I felt a special connection with Dad tonight as we floated on the Potomac…as I watch my little paper boat float away.

Today was good.  Kathleen reminds us to see the good in what we have left, to not dwell entirely on what we lost.  Today I am reminded that I have a lot of good left…and the people at this conference are some of the very best of my life.

Hugs to all of them.  May we always have the support of each other as we float down this river of hope toward our new tomorrows.

Georgetown at night.

Georgetown at night.


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Cheated!

Katie here.  I just can not believe it.  Never would I think my Mama would cheat on me!  Not me!  I’m the P.R.I.N.C.E.S.S.!

But Mama and Dad went away for the weekend and they didn’t take me!  I had to go to the doggie spa!  And it gets worse!

Mama with Chris and Ricky!

Mama with Chris and Ricky!

They went behind my back and met Ricky!  Yes!  THE Ricky!  Without me!  How could they!

And now Mama keeps talking about how cute he is.  How he’s tiny.  And adorable.  And quieter then me.

Geeze.  Well let me tell you, when she came to pick me up on Sunday I told her off.  And I kept telling her off all the way home.  I used my outside voice too.  Even when we got home and I got to see my Dad I was still mad.  And I made sure they knew it.  Yes I did.

Little Ricky

Little Ricky

You know what?  They SMELLED like Ricky!  Did they think I wouldn’t figure it out?  Huh.  Parents.  What are you going to do with them.

Of course now Mom’s all like “We’ll take you with us next time Katie.”  Yea sure.  I never get to do anything fun.

But I got my revenge.  I got my Mama up on Monday morning at 5:30.  Just cause I can.  I hope they’ve learned their lesson.

Now I need a nap.  These people wear me out.

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Finding spring in Columbus

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis past weekend I spent a delightful evening at Ohio’s Columbus  Symphony which worked in tandem with the BalletMet to celebrate spring.  I can tell you first hand it was worth the four hour drive.

The first half of the concert was filled with Debussy and Ravel.  The haunting and gentle flute solo of Debussy’s Syrink with its low soft notes was  played beautifully by a musician standing in a theater box above the main floor.  It was a perfect introduction to the night’s emotional music and a backdrop to the slow sensual dancing of two members of the ballet.

Debussy’s Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun followed immediately and continued the low but lush theme.  As the music grew you could almost see the green shoots emerging from the damp earth, you could smell the hint of rain and see the buds on the trees swell.  Soon I could imagine all sorts of birds, some walking along the shore, others soaring over head accompanied by the undertones of bull frogs among the reeds and, yes, the fawn frolicking in the afternoon sun.

The first half of the concert concluded with Ravel’s Rapsodie Espagnole.    Influenced by Spain, the first three movements felt as soft and wonderous as the preceding pieces and I was still imaging that pond full of wildlife, though sometimes the frogs were sounding  less Midwestern as the Spanish rhythms became more apparent.  The fourth movement finally provided all the expected fire of a Spanish dance and was brought to full realization by members of the ballet.

At the conclusion of the first half, just before the applause began, you could hear a collective sigh from the audience.   The symphony and the ballet had held us all spellbound.

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Igor Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring:  Pictures of Pagan Russia in Two Parts filled the second half of the performance; Part I, The Adoration of the Earth and Part II, The Sacrifice revolve around villagers dancing in celebration of spring.  The group dancing during these pieces was spectacular and engaging.  And of course I especially enjoyed the clarinet work.  Of all the pieces played that evening, this piece had the biggest sound, the most intense feeling, the fastest movement.  It was as if we were all moving through spring, and bursting out into summer on the other side.

Of course there was a long standing ovation.  As soloists, both dancers and musicians, were recognized the crowd continued to applaud.  And we were all smiling.  Because for a couple of hours we  experienced the touch of spring.   No matter that more snow was forecast, that the temperatures were frigid and the winds blowing.  For those moments inside a packed concert hall we stretched toward the sun and felt the warm breeze on our faces.  We witnessed joy.

And in the days ahead as we shovel the heavy spring snow and bundle up against cruel temperatures we can remember the soft beautiful music of green sprouts unfurling, of birds soaring overhead and fawns playing in the sun, of dancers celebrating.  We were lucky to be touched by a bit of spring this past weekend, thanks to the artists in Columbus.

And that will help us make it through these last weeks of cold.

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Your ‘one place’

I was wandering around in blog-land -you know how that goes – you check someone’s blog, and they talk about another blog and you go there, and then over there, and the next thing you know you’ve found something interesting that makes you stop and think.   That’s what happened tonight.  It was an old blog entry I ended up visiting; a guy writing about traveling to your ‘one place,’   a place you’ve never been but would like to see before you die.  Sort of a one bucket bucket list.

You all know how much I love to travel, how I yearn for travel when I’m trapped in my beige cubicle, how I believe I was born a nomad.  So this concept intrigues me.  He writes about putting together a plan to see your ‘one place’ and his plan makes sense to me…take it in small steps and you’re very likely to make your dream come true.

So.  Where would my ‘one place’ be?  I’m thinking about it.  Where in the whole world would I really like to visit, somewhere I’ve never been, somewhere I wouldn’t likely go unless I actively planned?  I’m struggling with this, which surprises me.  For someone who wants to go go go it seems odd that I can’t put my finger on my very own one place.

Where would your one place be?

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