Red-Letter Day

November 5

A red-letter day

When our life on the road began

Olivia wrote:

"A year has floated by without our family being rooted

Our home is the one that goes with us place to place

Never leaving us. Always home."

A year ago we collected treasures from the Puget Sound,

Today from the Gulf.

And this red-letter day found us all

thoughtful & amazed

At the passage of a year and the many treasures we've gathered -

All we've seen and we've done,

The many good, many perfect gifts we've been given.

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Every day I am aware that

many months and many miles have passed

without many words being shared.

14,388 miles logged to date with almost as many photos,

and not nearly as many words.

It is not for lack of words, not for lack of experiences,

But quite honestly,

writing is hard.

Photos are easy, rolling out,

click-

click-

click.

An introvert in a family of six,

A full-time traveler in a mini home on wheels,

Where quiet is hard to come by.

I sit and stare, willing words to appear,

To verbally manifest these moments,

And think of my grandfather the writer

locked in his study with a typewriter

tap-tap-tapping out words.

It used to be that words came in torrents like rain in the South.

Then babies came -

one,

two,

three,

four.

And a camera was easier to wield than a pen.

Quick captures in the beauteous bedlam.

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My camera skills sharpened and took the edge off my pen.

I learned to file away the moments in an image or two

and hope to verbalize them later.

One piece of this journey's vision was to make space again for things like writing,

to begin filling journals along with my camera roll,  

and slowly, slowly that is happening.

And when the words come out and spill in ink across the page,

they fill in the lines between the photos

and moments feel complete.