Weekly Photo Challenge

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Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy.”

Amy Tan, The Bonesetter's Daughter


earth moist from yesterday’s rain, and I am restless. for it, on the soles of my feet, in my hair, across my cheek. like my war paint. The Weekly Photo Challenge: Earth

There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives. Those who are lucky enough to find it ease like water over a stone, onto its fluid contours, and are home. Some find it in the place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town, parched, and find themselves refreshed in the desert. There are those born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense and busy loneliness of the city. For some, the search is for the imprint of another; a child or a mother, a grandfather or a brother, a lover, a husband, a wife, or a foe. We may go through our lives happy or unhappy, successful or unfulfilled, loved or unloved, without ever standing cold with the shock of recognition, without ever feeling the agony as the twisted iron in our soul unlocks itself and we slip at last into place.
― Josephine Hart

Thames Park ~ Early Spring

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In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge | Landscape

One Love

Light streamed in through the doorway illuminating her room, lying on that hard cot beside her hospital bed, I asked, “what did you love most about your life Mom?” And she said…I loved being a Mom. Posted in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge | ONE LOVE.