Some days, I look through my photographs and my mind is cast back to those days when I looked through the viewfinder and saw.
She stood firm, almost hidden from view. The child was safe. They were both bathed in the evening light, as it shimmered through the leaves, turning the sky grey-gold. I still remember how sad I felt when they were taken away, when the light receded on the horizon.
The click of the shutter always sounded hollow, but I knew that what little light had been let in would do its work. The flowers bloomed and the petals danced around in the wind.
As she stood among the trees, still, she wondered what the trees knew, what wisdom they held. She leaned back against the tree whose branches reached high into the sky, stretching towards the light and free.
Those early mornings were always worth it. To find the garden aglow with the young sun. To step on the dewy grass, safe in the knowledge that it would spring back to life. To marvel yet again at the beauty of it all.
-Eyes wide open, Chinwe
If only those trees could talk! What would they tell us. Interestingly enough, in one of my sleep stories, it’s the trees that give their wisdom. Beautiful images and words Chinwe.
Ohhh…I want to hear more about your sleep stories! Yes, those beautiful trees! Thanks, Holly!
I love them Chinwe. They are from “House of Wellbeing” and I listen to them through the Mind Valley app. I’m told there are lots on YouTube, but these are the ones I listen to right now. Three of them feature evening walks through forests receiving wisdom from ancient trees and forest creatures.
Petals dancing in the wind. Perfect.
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So beautiful!