Thomas, Empty Into Light
My hands still remember the weight of papers, the grip of a decade and a half spent pursuing other people’s arguments. Now they open, empty, into light. No magic bullet. Just listening, and the gift of time.
Ocean waves at my feet. Seagulls calling overhead. Sunlight settling warm on my shoulders. My life, mine.
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Excellent! You have done well with the image. It seems to say even more than your words. I spent many hours working for the Big Guy and letting too much of my life pass by. I have a lot of regrets I’m working through at this time in my life and meditation is one of the tools I use. Yes, “My life, mine!”
Claiming your life is a pivotal moment. Yep, sometimes the balance between the image and the text isn’t equal. In a couple of cases, I’ve gone back and adjusted either the image or the text because they didn’t feel cohesive enough. Thanks!