I Could Tell You...

I could start by telling you how sorry I am that I have been missing in action for months.

I could offer all kinds of excuses.
 

I could tell you about my 50th birthday coming and going and my resolutions for the next 50.

 

Blowing out the candles before the smoke alarm goes off.

 

I could tell you about the items I checked off of my bucket list -

like going white water rafting and hot air ballooning.

 

Watching the large balloon deflate after floating over the vineyards of Oregon.

 

I could tell you about my trip Sedona, AZ where I sat in a vortex and meditated on my birthday as the sun rose.

A woman meditating on the edge of a cliff in the vortex.

The beautiful rocks of Sedona - oh! The colors.

I could tell you about standing on the edge of the world at the Grand Canyon, where I joined with strangers and meditated and sent out a collective "om" across the wide chasm.

an awe-inspiring experience.

 I could tell you about my trip to Ashland, Oregon for the weekend to see a wonderful production at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and to visit with amazing friends.

 

Friends in Ashland, OR exploring the park.

I could tell you about my adventures (or nightmares) in the dating world - in fact, I may even dedicate an entire post to that comedy of errors.
 

I could tell you about the death of my sweet aunt and the effect that had on me.
 

I could tell you about the family dinners I had.

 

Family dinners are a family affair - Uncle and Auntie helping grandson learn how to do the dishes.

 

I could tell you about the beautiful fall we have had here in Portland and how I have enjoyed absorbing the colors of the season.

 

Oh the colors of the leaves this year.

 

I could tell you about new friends that I have met and welcomed into my heart.
 

I could tell you about tears that have been shed and laughter that has been released.

I could tell you about sleepless nights and lazy days.

I could tell you about the phenomenal miracle of welcoming a life into our family with the birth of my sweet granddaughter.

 

Just hours old...

 

Big brother sharing secrets and pledging to protect her...

 

I could tell you all sorts of stories ...

 

Instead, I will just tell you that I have missed spending time reflecting on life and art on these pages and I am glad to be back.