The desire to nurture things burns strong. I look after these African Violets and they reciprocate with those marvellous little blooms. Every morning on entering the kitchen to make early morning coffee, they greet me with their beauty. I wish I could look as alive and perky as they do that early.
The room small and tight; its contents so familiar they no longer speak. Outside, the distance waits with outstretched arms and enticing whispers. It’s hard to say goodbye.
On my early morning walk. The gradual appearance of trees through the mist.
A Thought:
It’s strange how our eyes always tend to seek out the horizon. Some of the most iconic pictures we have are of people shielding their eyes and looking out towards the horizon. Perhaps it’s because deep down we know there’s always more to what we actually see and experience. Perhaps it’s because we are awakened to the truth, that behind all things, there are hidden depths of other realities waiting to be explored. There’s always something more beyond the horizons of life. The territory of the invisible is profoundly real.
A distant horizon
fading into an illusion
Always a beyond
Snapshots Of My World 