to rise above the level of lost
the unrelenting ghost of yesterday
back to basics
destiny waits for no one
things can only look up from down here
those hands of fate
memories laced with teardrops
holding up the sky
juggling life and its twists and turns
heartbroken
the spirit of winter
preparing for a clean slate
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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