Alone, yet reaching to stretch unused limbs.
Wanting woven into solid, safe continuity.
Feeling tangled, rusted, wasted.
Waiting stump. Gnarly and grey. Washed up.
Looking over the rim, beyond the surface glass.
Peeking out, wanting out of the confines.
Bursting through, unrestrained resurrection.
Nesting.
6 comments:
What a gorgeous place. Thank you for sharing your lovely photos.
looks like good day all around :-)
Kathleen! Your comments are back! See, didn't I tell you I don't get out much. I was composing my email in my head about how stopping by here is always such a treat when I saw I can say it right here. Your photos are truly lovely, and illustrate such a variety of states. I'm somewhere between washed up and resurrection today :)
Nancy, Maureen, and Laura-I thought of each of you at different times today. You'd love being here and listening......
Beautiful pictures!
Amazing photos. Beautiful thoughts. I so want to visit this place!
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