A poetic call to transformation, healing, and the sacred balance of darkness and light
I love this in Waiting for Sunrise:
"because wild beauty isn’t containable
by photograph or word or even memory."
This has always been a paradox that has haunted me. Whether traveling or going for a morning walk or having a beautiful moment with a friend... we just have to be there, because we can't hold any of it.
I love this in Waiting for Sunrise:
"because wild beauty isn’t containable
by photograph or word or even memory."
This has always been a paradox that has haunted me. Whether traveling or going for a morning walk or having a beautiful moment with a friend... we just have to be there, because we can't hold any of it.