Thursday, August 23, 2012
This piece to me represents the days spent that each begin with mornings. With one morning, the ordinary or extraordinary can happen. Each layer is one day, one journey, one encounter that creates these different layers of memory, vision, action and feeling. I have not doubt that these lines come from my days spent in the likes of mountains and meadows emptying my mind of all its busy-ness and shedding light on the bright and crisp thoughts that lie beneath all the heavy. I find beauty and movement in each layer, each step, each encounter; because from those things we learn. We learn about who we were, who we are, and who we want to be.