So very much time has elapsed since that first photo, and with every passing day, something has changed.
Two years ago today, I took the same photo as I took this afternoon. Though the setting has changed, more than once, I continue to find in me and in my life some sense of stability in the things that have stayed the same.
Through turbulent change, we seek that which we can cling to, for me, it is a green shirt, and a fantastic pair of brown earrings. As is the very meaning of happenstance, I stumbled across my blog post from two years ago last night, and was overwhelmed by the fact that it was exactly to the day.
I've travelled to many foreign lands, seen a thousand sights, spoken a million words, taken hundreds upon hundreds of photos, written blog after blog, journal entry after journal entry. I've moved more times than I care to share since then. I've shed more tears than I cared to shed. But presently, as was then, I sit here, clad in my green shirt, in my brown earrings, and I think to myself, and say to you, through my fingers, that I am me.
I may not know where I'm going, but I know from where I've come. If the future of myself and my life are to take a similar path, I know that surely, I will always have an adventure waiting. Around every bend in time, and space, around every proverbial corner, mystery and intrigue dwell. In my heart, I know that every day, be it dark or light, that I will make it through with the help of my own strength and the amazing support of those who have my back.
My brother recently discovered that the lights of our spirits can shine so much more brightly in a place that is not our own. That with the every day minutiae of US life, we feel lost, shrouded. I challenge him, as well as myself, to not be hindered, to not be draped in the robes that he sees.
Though it is true that I currently feel lost, and disconnected from who I strive to be, I know that I have so much. I have amazing wealth both tangible, and in-.
In this reflective, semi-stream of consciousness babble, my feelings out-pour. In another years' time, I wonder if I'll look back and feel differently, or very much the same.
Well said ms. Breezy. I have some of the same feelings.
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