My puppy has discovered butterflies.
He does not know their name,
or why the flutter –
tantalizing –
just out of reach.
He only see white gossamer wings
as they float and dart.
He only knows
that he is captivated by their flight.
And so,
although they’re always just ahead
or flitting up too high,
he leaps and bounds in his pursuit
delighted by the joy of seeking
whether or not he ever captures
what he seeks.
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In early 2011 my family moved our home, temporarily, from New Jersey to Milan, Italy. In the process I quit what had been my dream job conducting policy-directed social science research, to focus on my other dream job, raising our two young children. The three-year adventure was exciting, exhausting, disorienting, fulfilling, and countless other contradictions. It also birthed in me a desire to share my reflections on life's joys and challenges with anyone who cares to reflect with me. Now that we have returned to the US I'm finding that the new perspective I gained in Europe has come with me, and gives me a whole new way of interacting with my home. There's still so much to learn and share! I hope you'll share the journey, and add your own lessons to my daily education.
Faith, Family, & Focaccia 