I actually took this earlier this week after visiting a sweet friend and a walk in the woods. It's been raining here all day and though I managed to get out in between rain storms today but I didn't manage to carry my camera. This amazing marvel of human creation was built in 1857.. passing through it is like leaving the quiet world of the Little Rose and crossing back into the busy world we all try to function in.
Synchronicity
..moments when the universe aligns and my grandmothers whisper to my heart.. and in perfect alignment their medicine blooms around me.
Old Friend
Life changes.
Relationships change.
People come and go.
The constant in it all?
Flow.
42
Wandering in the woods today, listening to the lack of sound and feeling the slowness of time I came to consider that which I desire in my life and the many lessons I have learned thus far as I stand upon the precipice of another revolution around the sun. I long for quiet spaces and places. For slow places - those corners of the garden, the forest, the day where time stands still and I can fully experience my breath and existence. I seek them out. I can not help myself. In those spaces I am able to find myself so I can return again and again to the world of busy around me and the discomfort it brings. I seek the content of survival, and comfort of thrival. I long for time with those who love me unconditionally - in my ugly and in my beautiful. I like the me I became as I journeyed through 41. Ilike the me I am becoming as I turn to greet 42. I am most grateful for the life I have with those I love.
