It’s helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward… means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…