What kind of meddling will I justify today?
When will I end the reluctant (and gorgeous) silence this day started with?
Who will I fail to hear? See? Know?
What story will I cogitate to keep it about me?
How long will I hold my breath?
What fear will I swallow with my lunch?
What will I forget in order to sleep tonight?
I live mostly fairly on the space I have.
I create something every day.
I am passionate, curious and able.
I connect in spite of the odds.
The balance still falls in favor of making the morning tea.
i like this one a lot – the image and the words. i identify with gorgeous and reluctant silences in the morning. i think it is what i live for. and disrupt, so easily.
Love this.
It’s amazing to me how you can see the little intricacies of the foreground against the vastness that surrounds it. Makes me wonder how often I’ve walked by these little moments completely ignorant to what was right under my nose.
Thanks for freezing these moments! Good stuff.
Thanks Tim!