Come and sit here with me. There is a path. Where it will lead us, I am not sure It´s luminous and goes through the scented flowers, the fertile land, the yellowish and withered vegetation and the growing plants
It´s maybe my path, your path. The path wich goes through our gifts and talents, the territory of life, the compost made by joy and suffering, the fruitful seeds of love... and gets into the unknown territory of contentment
Inhale with me the rich (even voluptuous) air. Inhale with me the spring, the warm light of the end of the day, the patches of color, the smell of an evolving world
And now exhale with me the pain and the anger, sadness and frustration which the subtle wind will dispel. Exhale with me the story, the past, the lies, the sense of not being enough |
9 comments:
This is lovely - both photos and words. I really did breathe in and out and the flowers smell beautiful.
Just what I needed this morning as we watch the events in Boston. A reprieve, a reminder. Thank you!
Maryse
It would be so beautiful to sit there with you and those soft petals falling all around.
A lovely series of shots. I think this would be a wonderful place to sit and relax a while.
Funny. I just emailed you about not receiving your posts via email and there you were as a scrolled down. I think that's the first time. Your writing is so poetic and your photos are wonderfully soothing.
I also love it when the jacarandas are in flower; here that is just ahead of Christmas. They have a memorable 'musky' scent ...
How beautiful post ,.. Your pictures, your words ... Thank you for the moment by the bench with you!
Nina
I've enjoyed this meditation on presence. Your photography makes me feel as though I'm with you on the path by the bench. However, here in CO, it's been snowing, so I'm seeing white instead of purple.
Thank you for sharing your path.
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