I love those moments when the veil of the unknown is lifted and something wonderfully original is revealed. But, then, is it really original, or is it simply something that got lost along the way, and whose desire now is to be found again, a desire outstripping its need for further concealment. Maybe, just maybe, life has more to do with restoration than obsessions with originality?
There are certain spaces into which light cannot shine. These spaces are reserved for the dark only. To force light into them is destructive. Dark interiors are where most growth begins. We all started in the dark.
Standing in our garden yesterday I was bowled over by this sunset.