One of my favorite pastimes is looking at photo slideshows while listening to my favorite music playlists. Sometimes it seems like an almost serendipitous perfection when a picture falls right in sync with an appropriate song or lyric. In that moment, a random picture takes on a whole new quality of wonder. You are no longer just looking at an image taken from the lens of a camera, you are looking into a moment of significance. I have so many favorite folders, but at the top of my list is Father's Day of this past year. The folder contains a bunch of country pictures - rural settings, worms, dads, grandpas, cousins, babies, gardens, dogs - but it's a total love fest for me!
I am very seldom with every member of my family at the same time. My husband travels all over the South, and I am constantly on the road from one "home" to another. But, I do have a beloved community - all around me, all the time. Eastern tradition calls it a sangha. It's how we find home outside of home, and how we find sanctuary in exile. My beloved community exists within words and pictures, and fortunately for me, I am the beholder.
My beloved community!
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