The beautiful images radiate such a sense of zen, and it feels as though, as the space evolves, you evolve with it too.
And I know exactly what you mean, Deborah — old photography is so hard to let go of; each image feels like a preserved fragment of time, memory, and feeling.
Exactly. Sometimes you want to keep everything- each has its own story and is a piece of your life. But learning to let go is also a pathway to Zen. Glad you like the images.
I didn’t know that you built your house yourself - that’s wonderful! And the garden reflects the house and back again. You have a haven up in the hills… and of course I know what it’s like (trying to) clear out stuff that won’t let go.
The beautiful images radiate such a sense of zen, and it feels as though, as the space evolves, you evolve with it too.
And I know exactly what you mean, Deborah — old photography is so hard to let go of; each image feels like a preserved fragment of time, memory, and feeling.
Exactly. Sometimes you want to keep everything- each has its own story and is a piece of your life. But learning to let go is also a pathway to Zen. Glad you like the images.
I didn’t know that you built your house yourself - that’s wonderful! And the garden reflects the house and back again. You have a haven up in the hills… and of course I know what it’s like (trying to) clear out stuff that won’t let go.
Yes. Building was a journey. Continuing. Thanks.