in the leaving, instead of letting go, i have been trying with grasping fingers to hold on to something that no longer exists… something that has crumbled to dust
in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been scraping that dust into bowls, trying to make bones from the ruins, as if somehow i can pray things back into being
in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been questioning the holiness of how it is
in the leaving, instead of letting go, i overlooked the love found, and chosen, right here in front of me
and here in the leaving, i get the chance to recover lost things…
+ another way to practise loving what is
+ another way to let shit go
+ another opportunity to be my own first choice
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
– Frida Kahlo
Hearing you, love.
xo
“another way to practise loving what is”… there is such comfort, i think, in finding these ‘other’ ways.
Your work at the moment is on FIRE. Something beautiful has been released into the space you’ve made. Something right. xxx
These photos! They really seem to capture the spirit of this dark wonderful and secretive old land.
I don’t know if you go back to weblogs to read comment replies, so I’ll tell you here that I smiled at your comment to me about the Sarah Jaffe song, because I knew you’d like that song :-) Infact, I thought of you as I typed the link.