Squares

Today is...

below a thousand degrees

Clouds

"So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there 

that the sky and sea looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea" 

~Virginia Woolf - To the Lighthouse

My Hands

"the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands" 

~Anne Frank

5 Years Ago

Ruminating the prompt 5 years ago, I knew exactly where I was in my life at that time. 

As I lie on the sofa, taking a break from the day, I scrolled through timehop for photographic evidence of who I was 5 years ago, and there it was, me in all my 5 years ago contentedness, though I remember now that was not the truth. 

5 years later, so much loss, tragedy, change, and grief.  I existed through many of those days merely longing for sleep and the chance to start again another day.  When I look at my reflection in the mirror, it appears that those 5 years were more likely 10 or 15, never 5.

I quickly shot an updated photo, and surprisingly, not much had changed. I was in the same place, no make-up, hair pulled back in the same manner, while now gray, the hair that had gone through many transitions in the past 5 years, was exactly at the same length.  I was not that much different after all, except for the honesty; this photograph was honest.

Feeling as though you will never "be yourself" again is a scary, but coming through it and realizing that who you thought you were is just a part of who you are, and only a small part of who you will be, leaves your future wide open

Bedroom Window