Soul searching & road finding has taken up so many days of late. I travelled to Queensland to visit my Dad in hospital, I took on board so many friend's opinions & tried to forgive grievances from the past.
If only we could hold ourselves up to candle light & see what lived inside of us. I guess at times, the only way to find the answers is to chronicle the past to find hints & clues. I am enjoying a little time alone, to just let myself be. While I let my fingers uncover the past in words written on notebook pages & photographs of my feet.
"There has been much tragedy in my life; at least half of it actually happened." Mark Twain