it is not for me to question where the words come from, I just know they are not intended for me, I give voice to my eyes and all they capture. Inspiration and creativity comes from the most humble and unexpected places and for that I shall always be grateful. I write of Love or loss, people and places that move me to tears and of course there will always be food......Passion comes in many a strange and wonderful package !
Monday, 18 July 2016
Where Silence Fills the Air
For the longest time we drove, chasing mountains as they teased us closer, then further it seemed.
At the end of a quiet road we stepped out, alone it appeared....this had to be the closest to heaven we had ever been.
Silence wrapped itself around us, unable to shift our gaze we stood for what seemed like an eternity.
To the locals this must be very ordinary, to live in such a place must at some point lose something.
For us it was paradise found, to be kissed and caressed by the mountain breeze felt like something from a magic realm, this couldn't be real, yet there was evidence of human activity.
All too often we allow ourselves to be swept away by life, the city, the bright lights, the noise, but sometimes we must step away from it all, challenge ourselves with somewhere different, something that must be felt, somewhere that will change you forever.
Now back in suburbia, it feels so much like a dream and yet it was real...so place your judgment to one side for a brief moment and go out there....to that place where silence fills the air.
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