The Weekly Photo Challenge this week is to choose 12 photos to describe the past year. As 2013 looms on the horizon, I can’t say I’m sorry to see 2012 fade away. It’s been a challenging year, yet a beautiful one as well. I’ve learned lessons I didn’t realize I needed to learn and taken steps I never thought I would or could. I’ve felt the sting of betrayal and the warmth of acceptance. I’ve learned to choose my friends more wisely and to be more discriminative about trust. I no longer seek out a secure life, as security is an illusion and the ground can drop out from under our feet in a second. I’ve learned if you step into a viper’s pit, don’t be surprised when the snakes bite. I’ve grown as a writer and in photography, as my career path has taken off in a direction I wasn’t expecting. I’ve learned the value of friendship and have come to deeply appreciate the friends who are there through good and bad and who have been in my life for many years. And, although cautious, I accept new love and friendship that’s coming my way.
Words of wisdom for 2012: One day I was talking about my love of travel and being at home in the world. My friend put his hand on my heart and said, “This is where the world is.”
And, so, here is my 2012 in pictures.
India. The country with the largest heart in the world will always be a land I love.
If I’ve ever had a dharma lesson, Loki is it. Stubborn with an uncontrollable bladder, this dog has, nevertheless, found a place in my heart.
In March, I took the Buddhist precepts at Shasta Abbey, formally declaring a commitment, and desire, to follow a Buddhist path.
It’s still cold and I’ve never felt so alone or alienated in my life as I did last winter and spring.
Writing and photographing for a living is a satisfying job, and I love the new challenges it presents.
As summer approaches, it’s the small moments of beauty that mean the most.
The summer is one of stunning dawns and dusk and clouds that turn the sky into a painting.
In August I turned 55, an age that once seemed impossibly old, but now doesn’t seem so bad at all. The poet W.B. Yeats wrote, “Men get better with age.” I think it applies to women as well.
Fire threatens my home, resulting in evacuation, a run in with a local sheriff’s deputy, my dog peeing in the sheriff’s cruiser and a front page article telling the whole story.
Accepting guidance and friendship is a learned art; it doesn’t always come naturally, but it’s well worth the effort.
November is a month of Thanksgiving and it’s family and friends that make one truly rich. This is my youngest son, Zeke, and his sister, my step-daughter, Alia.
December and the snows came. Few things look colder than the high desert under a blanket of fog and snow.
The rain never lasts forever.
Other 2012 in review blogs to check out: