And when I wake in these mountains, when the first warm rays of sun are yet to stream to the valley bottom. When the world is still quiet and sleepy and the odour of morning mist and autumn leaves hangs in the air. When the only sound is the call of a kestrel, the chiming of the church bells.
How could I not? How could I not, this life, my life, not love? With it's ups and it's downs. With it's stumbles and falls. With it's getting up again. With the rain and the sunshine. With the fatigue, yes. Oh that fatigue.
But also with all the small moments. With the people on my side. With the breath. With the heartbeat. My heartbeat. His heartbeat. How could I not be in love with it? It is not perfect. But I am living, breathing, creating. How could I not? Because it is imperfect. Sometimes tangled. Lumpy and bumpy. But it is mine.
"Be in love with your life. Every minute of it." (Jack Kerouac)
How could I not? How could I not, this life, my life, not love? With it's ups and it's downs. With it's stumbles and falls. With it's getting up again. With the rain and the sunshine. With the fatigue, yes. Oh that fatigue.
But also with all the small moments. With the people on my side. With the breath. With the heartbeat. My heartbeat. His heartbeat. How could I not be in love with it? It is not perfect. But I am living, breathing, creating. How could I not? Because it is imperfect. Sometimes tangled. Lumpy and bumpy. But it is mine.
"Be in love with your life. Every minute of it." (Jack Kerouac)
Love your photography! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you lovely! I've discovered playing with the camera is a great low impact way to enjoy the fresh air when I'm feeling up to it!
DeleteI already had a comment formed in my head about how beautiful this is and how much I LOVE the sentiment when I saw the little note at the bottom. I melted a little. This makes me incredibly happy.
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Thank you for your kind words lovely!
DeleteI was really, really touched by your words last week...