As I write and mull over what it means to create shifts in living and bring about transformation in space, spirit, psyche, (and our country!) I'm keenly aware of the joy that accompanies this process, especially when family arrives and helps make it all happen. It's not easy, but wow is it powerful and rooted in love and a mutual faith. Though we all don't share the same political affiliation, we share a blood and bond that takes us far in making things happen. Good God, and we love to laugh! That can carry anyone through mess and tumult! Amen!
Blessings! Rich, Divine, Amazing blessings!
Enjoy the photo report below!
"Wonder Bread Years"
Pictured from left to right are: Uncle Dan Liewer, Friend Brian Mogren, my mom, Beth Liewer Borgmann, Me, Aunt Trish White, and my dad, Steve Borgmann
Not since my dad's construction days in Bullhead City, Arizona, has he slept on an air mattress on the floor. My parents might be saints!?!
The Prayer Shrine! Jesus, Buddha, Mary, Mother Theresa are all here -- and my Godmother Cheri Honeycutt, and her husband John, for good measure!
This is the most somber expression you'll ever see on my pop's face.
(Could it be from sleeping on the air mattress on the basement floor? Or contemplating the electrical wiring and track lighting installation ahead?)
(Collection Courtesy of my Nebraska/ Colorado/ Mexico party days?!)
Skip ahead to Sunday, after mass, and a family excursion to the Walker Art Center
(Serving up the art, eh?)
Dad and Dan carry a couple more loads to my car.
(Believe it or not: I did do more than just take pictures.)
Good Will Offerings: Some bread baker is going to be happy!
Oh! And all my dishes since college are given away here...