Impressions From a Journey Between the Folds of Time

the spirit of winter

juggling life and its twists and turns

heartbroken

back to basics

those hands of fate

holding up the sky

destiny waits for no one

preparing for a clean slate

things can only look up from down here

memories laced with teardrops

to rise above the level of lost

the unrelenting ghost of yesterday

Sometimes life invites us into a brief interlude between the folds of time. There we see beyond the obvious, we feel more deeply and we re-evaluate our lives and where our importances lie. The past month has been just such a life changing happening and as I emerge trying to find the end of a thread I let go of, I find that a whole new selection of threads present themselves to me. I pray that I may choose wisely where to get back on the train we call destiny.

Photographs taken during the past month in Germany, Lebanon and China

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