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| My favourite sweet spot in the garden |
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| My gigantic hugging tree at green linear |
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| Walking down to town in the early evening |
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| Casting of the late noon sun upon the church |
Every moment , be it the past, present and future stores a meaning behind it.
I suppose mapping the foreign terrain will build a bigger collection of the power of being in the moment.
When I made the decision to leave a familiar place of many years and though it means no fixed homes, there are no regrets in restrospect.
If I have not, I would not have learned much and learning better each day.
Many things could stay the same but I know I won't be.
In this life, unless we make a little bold steps and further, we never know how much we could be.
A person who is alive is constantly getting lost. The big thing...is to realize that this your own adventure, and that all the field guides....holding up mirrors can only flash you...a glimpse of your own story. It's yours to savor. It belongs to no one else.
Bonnie F.
Yes, there are always something that no one can steal from us. Only we ourselves can feel it within. Only we can tell the story. The encounter of extraordinary moments that was written in our heart, soul and mind.
Whether in the company of our loved ones, the community and on our own.
As I was walking alone the street of this lovely town, I feel blessed. It was a beautiful, sunny day in the midst of chill. I left my trail at the little cottages, art galleries and cafes which dotted along the street. The cathedral stood tall and bathed in evening light. 'Blessed' became the vocabulary of the day.
After all, these moments are hard to come when the pouring rain may hold its mercy.
Title: In a Moment
Artist: Rebecca St.James
Year: 2011
