She’s approaching. Slowly, silently, humidly.
Her Majesty Autumn.
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She’s approaching. Slowly, silently, humidly.
Her Majesty Autumn.
Our little worlds
But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear.
memmories. blessings. signs. us.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvellous are thy works, and that, my soul knows right well. Ps.139, 14
letting go.
it’s the hardest.
trust. is the only way.
Windy whispers of the presence and still silence of the past.
The future roars while waves come.
Pure caring.
And love. Within her.
Because you call me
by my name.
J 20, 16-17
the time of waiting
of looking closely at every, even the most delicate motion
listening carefully to every sound, penetrate the silence
and then it is. the sun, the hope. the love.
Together we stood.
Hoped and believed.
For you spoke and things came into being, you sent your breath and they were put together, and no one can resist your voice.
the calmness. gratefulness. togetherness.
when thoughts needed to go to the fields.
when summer was here.
when we were.
The rainy morning.
The sunny heart. The grateful soul.
last Asian film.
one Asian girl.
forbidden.
Let the Light in.
And freedom.
Colors. Lights. All vivid and dreaming.
Memories.
There was a trip.
And there was a time when photos were here regularily.
Let’s get back to that place and time.