Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
Growing up, I thrived on being the responsible one. Need something done, someone to bail you out, an issue to be confronted – I was your girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. One day something snapped in me and that house of cards came tumbling down. Sometimes it’s hard to see the ugly truth and yet, […]
Oh I adore your photo today. Terrific lighting.
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Thanks, Cee.
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After being struck by the light in your image, I opened an email with this …
“Light never shows the same mountain twice. Only the blindness of habit convinces us that we continue to live in the same place, that we see the same landscape. In truth, no place ever remains the same because light has no mind for repetition; it adores difference. Through its illuminations, it strives to suggest the silent depths that hide in the dark.”
―John O’Donohue
Synchronicity!!
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Oh that is beautiful, and such synchronicity. As I took my camera outside today, I noted how the water is always different, dependent on the day’s light.
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Thanks for sharing that with me.
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Such a bounty!
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Thanks!
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Most welcome 🙂
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Beautiful image … so full of sunshine!
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Thanks Jazz. So nice to have sunshine.
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