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“Please get the kids up while I go get some coffee going. I really need some coffee this morning” whispered John to me on Sunday morning, his eyes still half shut struggling to connect with my eyes even after a refreshing shower.

“Sure. I’ll go in as soon as I’m dressed.”

Our typical Sunday morning routine had started off later than usual and team work would be an absolute must if we were going to make it to the 9 am church service.

Despite our time crunch, I was not saying “no” to the amazing man who will consistently get the kids up, dressed, and fed so I can have a little extra time to get ready on a Sunday morning.  My hair would have to do with fresh air as it’s stylist. A doubtful wardrobe moment led me downstairs to ask for John’s opinion on my outfit.

In front of the cabinet that houses the coffee canister I found a grumpy man, one whose excitement and hope of getting a jolt for the day had turned into disillusion. A pitiful “NO!” was followed with a half knelt man draping himself over the kitchen counter. Bitter coffee would have tasted better than disappointment.

father and children at beach

How often do we face situations of disappointment in our life? When things don’t go our way, the way that we’ve planned. Situations that leave you crushed, heart-broken, like you’ve taken a blow at the gut. Big disappointments. Little disappointments.

More than we’d like to admit.

What was supposed to be a summer of fun in the sun, relaxation, lots of reading, and exploration was more like a summer of fog, sleep deprivation, and a loss of rhythm. Even my hope of making beautiful, sunny, colorful, happy images of my children’s reflections on the salty water and sand during our beach vacation was met by clouds, rain, and fog–definitely not what I had in mind.

There is one thing we can be sure of. In this world, we will face challenges, disappointments, and frustrations amidst accomplishments, triumphs, and happiness. It’d be easy to stay positive if the good always outweighed the bad.

How do you go on when things don’t go as planned?

What fixes it?

beach ballerina

In the wise words of Eleanor H. Porter’s Pollyanna, “when you’re hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind…”


Look beyond the fog.

What you get might be more beautiful than what you could have ever dreamed or imagine yourself.

beach boyI came home with images that remind me of the fog and the beauty that lies within it and beyond it. When I went hunting for the glad things, I found that in the fog I was learning and growing. It forced me to explore and have fun despite the lack of clarity. It pushed me to be still and be in the moment, even if the moment was not what I had dreamed.

Here and now. The people I love the most with me. Fully alive.reading pa black and white photographerfather son foggy run on beachAs for John and his coffee? Well, we opted to set aside our clean eating lifestyle for just one morning. We got our kids dressed and headed for the church cafe where we indulged in bagels and freshly brewed coffee. It wasn’t the breakfast of our kind of champions, but preserving peace and joy on that morning was more beneficial to our whole being than any whole food I could have served up.

JohnSeptember 3, 2014 - 9:52 am

Truly moved by your words and art. Raising the level of expectancy.

I love you Beira, thank you.


SamanthaSeptember 5, 2014 - 2:05 pm

Beautiful images, and thank you for the thought-provoking post.

BonnieSeptember 6, 2014 - 5:14 pm

Beautiful images and a wonderful perspective!

JoOctober 10, 2014 - 8:44 pm

Love it!

JoleneNovember 21, 2014 - 3:38 pm

Beautifully written! And your photography is amazing!

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