It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
And that when we no longer know the way which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
~ Wendell Berry
My old ways, my tried and tested ways, no longer seem to fit. What happens when the stories I’ve lived these many years feel too small and restrict my breathing, my feelings, my actions? There is a spark on the edge of the shadow, and it shimmers.
The wind sweeps in, brushing away the old, allowing space for the new to take seed, grow and thrive.
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Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She is exploring creative photography and emotion in a series called Desert Lines – a combination of visual lines and written lines.
Perfect title and a wonderful photo!
The photo feels like fall somewhere. A bit foreboding, but intriguing.
This post speaks volumes,Bo. Yes! Again! I adore that line – “there is a spark on the edge of the shadow, and it shimmers.” Holy moly, you’ve such a gift, my friend.