Moments of peace on the edge of chaos, will Spring ease this troubled mind. Can the depths of the journey that brought me here survive now the path has changed. I’ll find hope in the delicate beauty that through frozen ground still seeks the light. 

Is it faith in the unknown that entices our footsteps on, do we replace what fails and can that replacement ever be anything more than a temporary solution. Lessons are the seeds and we can cherish or discard, nurture or fail.

I am so deeply in love with these moments of reflection. Safe in the knowledge that they are infinitely at home in my heart until the storm abates and the oceans grow calm. 

I’ve walked here, sometimes stumbling and sometimes blind, I’ve felt erosion in my heart and on my fingertips. The coldest stones worn smooth with time, forgiveness unwavering. This self portrait of words, of pages I’ve yet to write. 

Time to heal, to hear without being told. A bend in the path built by time and footfall, a shelter for the growth of spring. Sunlight still low, still blinding when these shadows yield. Its warmth welcomed like the spark of cherished memories.

The scars of humanity are scattered here, sight and sound of our discarded past. Minefields of the future now these signs we leave behind. These emblems of all the things we have. 

“Money doesn’t grow on trees” so let’s plant satellites instead and choke the land with our incessant culture of waste. Let’s chop and burn, let’s climb ladders built by bloodthirsty corporates. Let’s immerse ourselves in the monster we’ve created….or

We could walk a different path.