Meditation. Movement. Nature.

Sitting with. Joining in the stream of the space in between all the things...

The photos I take, the stories I tell can’t capture the answer to Why am I here?

Every photo I post attempts to show the flow state of experience. An experience which comes and goes without grasping onto outcome or pushing away the uncomfortable.

Every story I write attempts to show the little and the big ways of life. I write with the details of care, trust, honesty, and love.

This is a photo of Callie Danae. Born February 3, 1988.

The granddaughter of an Austrian immigrant and a Scottish tinkerman.

The granddaughter of two Americans, one of English/Viking descent, the other of Irish descent.

The daughter of a scottish/irish railroader and an Irish/Viking writer.

Conflict runs through her ancestry.

She lives with peace. With love. With a commitment to integrity and joy.

So much is possible in this human being world. So much love and connection. The tastes of life. The smells of life. The great beauty: seen, heard and felt with the body.

This morning I woke up from a dream, and I seemed to have been dreaming these words: Dig deep into relationship. Show up with discipline, reciprocity and a sense of the sacred.

Callie Danae. What a gift.

Who are the gift people in your life? How can you honour them?