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i've been here before,and i'm sure i'll be here again,but when i can manage to be present for it,there is a sort of beauty and grace in it.
Posted on 06/10/2011 in photography, word play | Permalink
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It's very meditative- this photo, your words. Thank you!
06/10/2011 at 04:59 AM
May the sun rise to meet you when you come out of the blue, Elizabeth. :o) ((HUGS))
06/10/2011 at 05:07 AM
oh! did not even think about this .. i am not here now - i was just thinking about when it happens.
@tracy: that is a beautiful sentiment. so beautiful.
@sandy: thank you!
elizabeth @ retinal perspectives |
06/10/2011 at 05:21 AM
artists seem to capture the most beauty in their saddest moments in image and word...
your picture captures a glimpse of hope for us...
as i write this, the sky looks like your picture ... sound of distant thunder...
oh please, let it be rain. we are thirsting for it. all is still, as our little part of the world awaits
06/10/2011 at 05:55 AM
doesn't it blow you away that you are capable of seeing that grace and beauty in spite of it ?
light and love, Beautiful One.
Kim Mailhot |
06/10/2011 at 08:07 AM
Thank you for this beautiful reminder, Elizabeth!
06/10/2011 at 08:50 AM
it's funny how i can be so
to a color scheme
in the winter sends
spiraling into S.A.Dness.
Ann Bimberg |
06/10/2011 at 10:12 AM
Your post and photo, along with the thoughtful comments just floor me with their simple awareness and openness.
Deborah Carr |
06/11/2011 at 06:49 PM
I love what Deborah, in the comment above, said. I completely agree.
I have not been to your blog in a while, I've missed it. Too caught up in my own little ball of stress. I'm so glad I stopped by!
06/12/2011 at 04:04 PM
I'm right there with you. Mine is tinged with exhaustion. In fact, that's usually the cause of mine.
06/15/2011 at 11:09 AM
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