Bunch of old pics

I've been going through 3 suitcases of old pictures today. Been kinda meditative... 
Some of them have names scribbled on the back of them, some don't...
...thinking about what's been, what is & what I hope will be. Even went through a box I've filled with letters...written with love, a love I cast away because of fear. I'm sad that I'll never get to experience the life I'd have if I'd taken that path. But I'm also glad to know that I'll never make a mistake like that again. Life's really to short to repeat stupid choices... 
Postcards, pics from America, old newspaper clippings...enough to make me smile. 
Be present & patient...& good things will happen - if you let them. ;)

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.  Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.  ~Wendell Berry.


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