A Cliff of Decision Making

I'm fairly sure I was born with a fear of heights.

Yet my uncle the photographer, the one with all of the expensive equipment would find every opportunity to take pictures that involved my cousins and I standing near dramatic scenery. How was it that I was always the one who ended up on the cliff side? It was always hard to find my way to a smile.

Even now, I can't walk up to the edge of a cliff without thinking that the sandy stone will give way. My imagination has me tumbling, down, down, down . . . even though, I'm fairly certain that's not meant to be a scene in my life.

I don't have the same experience when I reach a cliff of decision making.

Maybe it's the awe inspiring beauty of the world that sets me on my heels.

--me liz strauss, letting me be

Cold Gold Night

Now that the sun is back on the lake, I can think about cold, gold nights alone along the shore. The silence, the solitude that bring me to the reflections inside and on the water. I'm realizing I'm the one who imagines them there.

That's a good feeling, knowing who.

When I was kid, I lived each moment never wondering who I was, how the world was turning or turning out. Now with taxes and rent payments, I seem to spend time thinking of issues that will mean nothing on my dying day.

But a golden reflection alone along the shore of my true calling. Makes me feel warm and not alone at all.

--me strauss, Letting me be