Moments of Glasgow- 1st lil trip after lying down at home for a while
I’ve been quiet for a while- busy experiencing but not necessarily feeling. It’s hard to make space for those things, even amongst all the feelings, because the louder, brighter emotions, thoughts, always seize the moments.
But feeling, that particular feeling of being alive, that distinct mix of sourness and sweetness (much like a bread dough) only comes in the quietness. The repeated quietness. When I’m washing my dishes, cleaning my room, or getting the slightly off haircut for the 12th time. I think about all the questions, anger that have been circulating, bringing me close to a warmth that begs for tears. I think about all the joy, the laughters, the cold softness of my pillow that brings me comfort. I am provoked, enraged, entertained, soothed by the small things that have done so for many before me, and many after.
I am mortal. I am alive. Amongst all the uncertainty, this is the only thing I will ever know. And sometimes, more than we realised, that’s all we need.
A little reflection and interplay of words on 2023-2024.
Never felt sm growing pain, big or small, forseen or not.
yet amongst every despair we continue to breath and forward, forward.
(& keep on writing, reflecting and making- there will be a way!!😎)
One of the many days as I feel my heart becomes more and more open, looking into the sea at calanques with @peixuanyuzai (also photos taken by him! Amazing photographs as always ❤️❤️)
I may not yet know love but love surely exists!
Be patient, be gentle, be brave my friends,
we’ll witness the roads, tracks and traces and we’ll be there.
All photos by the amazing @peixuanyuzai