a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”
~ Zoe Skylar
When the hound died, my world as I knew it crumbled.
It exploded into a myriad of pieces that won’t ever fit back together.
It exploded into a myriad of pieces that won’t ever fit back together.
Even though I know in reality it hasn’t.
Exploring my thoughts and feelings through the medium of the written word
and my photographs though has become integral to who I am.
and my photographs though has become integral to who I am.
A little frayed around the edges.
A little wiser.
Sometimes fragile.
But growing in strength with every adversity I overcome.
There’s no getting away from it.
With or without the hound, I have to ramble.
It’s Mother Nature’s way of restoring some sanity to a very lost soul.
or exploring new rambles on my day off,
I know I have a need to walk.
Even when the heavens are sending down a torrent of water.
Rambling is essential for my soul.
As is capturing the beauty of what I see.
The hound might not be here in physical form anymore
but I feel her with me everyday.
So rambling will continue
As is capturing the beauty of what I see.
The hound might not be here in physical form anymore
but I feel her with me everyday.
So rambling will continue
Sharing this new journey will continue.
Life will continue to challenge and provoke.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
Life will continue to challenge and provoke.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
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