Though the clouds may be grey, I will choose to see colour, in this sky-rise concrete space.
For the one ever on the move, may you find a warmth deep within that feels like home.
As you grip tight the hand of victory, may you know that even if it is not yet here, so it shall be, and so it shall rise.
Autumn, a reminder that letting go can be lovely too, falling can be lovely too, and this gracious release will be worth it too.
"What we call 'being in love' is a glorious state. It helps to make us generous and courageous. It opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty." C.S Lewis
In any given language or speech, where one line ends and before another begins, a breath must take place. A comma. A pause in the voices singing.
As a child, I used to run into the arms of boundless ocean blue, spending hours enjoying her peace. A lot like grace, she is kind, consuming, tangible. My childhood friend.
We packed our things into the car and headed west along the coast. It was 9:30pm - golden hour. My favourite time of day.
Our lives chiseled and unpolished, we are established, but evolving still. Beautiful, unpredictable, worthy of a little wonder.
The art of inner-connection: In the spaces of our solitude, creativity can be birthed, ideas conceived and beauty noticed in the world around us.