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See things in a new way. 

That could apply to a lot of things today: Easter, the change of seasons and the coming of Spring, International Transgender Day of Visibility, probably more that I don’t know about.

It is often hard to see things in a new way especially if it involves some kind of personal transformation. And sometimes it requires downright grieving and loss. Folks who live around the Key Bridge in Baltimore are now required to see things in a new way that they most certainly didn’t ask for. 

We all hope that seeing things in a new way will be cause to rejoice, although, some of us find more joy in maintaining what we know. Forget change: we know what we like. It’s hard to see things in a new way. 

For some odd reason, something that has always helped me is finding a quite literal way to change my perspective.


Photo credit Michael McCall


I love looking at ceilings.* When I was little my mother handed me my dad’s shaving mirror and told me to look down into it while I walked around the house. Voilà. I was walking on the ceiling. It was a rather trippy experience.



Sometimes you need to take some time to look up, I guess.



Finding a different way to look at things that doesn’t put you at the center can feel scary. It also can be rather restful.

Here’s a ceiling I’d love to take in one of these days. But I doubt that would be convenient.


Photo credit Mike Stog Photography 


What do you do to see things in a new way? And, are there any other Columbia/HoCo ceilings you’d recommend?

Whatever you do today, I hope you find some peace and joy.


Village Green/Town² Comments 




1. The Chrysalis, Merriweather Park at Symphony Woods  2. East Columbia Branch, HCLS  3. 18th & 21st, Town Center Columbia

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