Travel

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Today I get to be a bird, to rise above everyday familiarity, to surge above clouds and see a new perspective. I’ll arrive with the sun as it also travels west to new horizons, a whole continent on which I have yet to set foot.

A nest awaits me, cosy with love and anticipation, where I can rest my wings a while before venturing forth to explore. I thought there would be no more new horizons, but I was wrong. Heart strings pull harder than tired wings.

Westward Bound!

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Off to sun, surf, and another wedding (I’ll leave the tequila for the younger souls!). Heading to Mexico tomorrow so won’t be visiting/posting much for the next couple of weeks.

A Hard Truth

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Life minus security = freedom.

Life plus security = bondage.

It takes a lot of courage to truly live!

Which ever way you cut it this is a hard one! As we increase our security we also increase our bondage. As we shed our security to embrace freedom we increase our risk factor. Wish I was as brave as I used to be!

The Dawning.

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Night was dark, all encompassing around him, punctuated with the echoes of far off shelling. He wanted it to be over.
The sheet clung to his body, damp, confining. Gone were the boyhood sounds of nature, gone too the human hubbub that distracted his thoughts during the day. At night he was alone with his fears; he could not hide from them. Again and again he traced threads in his head, patterns that had brought him here. He was not enamored of the man he had become, the blood of conflict stained his hands also. Faces loomed from the darkness of memory.
Once there had been love, and light. He had walked in sunshine. Now that was over and night ruled his ruined heart. Where was it going to end? Hate begets hate, when would he be free to love again?
A passing vehicle made patterns of light on the curtains, a passing illusion. Tossing off the enveloping sheet he strode to the window taking in deep breaths of cool night air. Tears of frustration began to flow cloaking his cheeks in the darkness.
“God! If there is a God in this mayhem, end this! Bring peace to my heart again!” His lips moved in barely to be heard whispers, the cry went from his heart. Eyes clenched in agony of mind he clung to the window ledge. For all his strength, his intelligence, he was helpless, mind reeling at the futility of life.
A bird broke the heavy silence, its shrill notes penetrating his isolation. Squinting into the darkness he glimpsed far off on the horizon the first glimmer of dawn. Other birds joined, defying the far off smoke clouds. It was not the vast chorus he had known as a boy, just a few voices in the darkness greeting the coming of a new day, a day as yet unbesmirched, pristine, pure. Perhaps today, perhaps another day, sooner or later a day would come bringing an end. His heart encouraged by the tiny songsters he returned to his bed an ember of hope fluttering within. Darkness would return, but so would the morning light.

Whispers

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Whispers.

My first attempt to share from another blog. It’s from Kevin Hill on “Wild Camera Words” and just too beautiful not to pass on. I love the sea and sky and all his imagery is clear as crystal. I shall be “inheriting” a good camera for my birthday and can’t wait to put it to good use. While studying sculpture I learnt the basics of photography but can’t hope to emulate the wonderful pictures I’ve browsed on some blogs. (Gotta learn how to do this right!)