On one side was the forest in all its complex depth and verdancy, on the other side stretched the field, a wild field full of emptiness, where memory was hidden among the grasses, each day of the past moving like small winds there among the tall grasses. ~Patricia Fargnoli, lines from “Then” in Then, Something
What is it about an open field? Witnessing that vast space before my eyes seems to uncoil my tangled thoughts and unlock my heart's chambers. My lungs expand hungrily, breathing in all that fresh and uncluttered air. I love the quote above, how it compares the forest to the complexities of our mind and the field to that wild, open space where our memories can roam. Memories are either beautiful or bittersweet, depending on which one shows up...but, I treasure all of them because they're proof of this intricate life I'm feeling my way through. Memories are like spiritual photographs...heart-stored, snapshot moments that you can't physically touch, but you can exquisitely feel. I'm grateful for every memory, even the ones that left scars. That's where the wisdom and growth comes in.
This is my photo submission for Texture Tuesday - Kim asked that we use two of her textures this week. I used "elevate" (Soft Light/26%) and "reverie" (Soft Light/43%). I love the bright, sun-kissed look of this. It's dreamy, yet hazy at the same time...kind of like memories, don't you think?
Learning is a gift. Even when pain is your teacher. - Maya Watson