The blue grey distant sky, the mountainous boulder upon which I squat and the ocean slapping the rocks below give me perspective. With life experiences ranging in color and emotion from charcoal grey to summer pinks and yellow; Who am I? Where am I going?
After losing my parents to divorce and later death, I changed. Or perhaps I returned. A shift in my position has occurred but clarity remains wistfully, a step ahead. The afternoon tides smash the natural rock forming seawall with fierce intensity. Nature has the momentary capacity to ground me.
Humans and earthly formations yield to the pressure of forces and strength. From within and without. What we are made of and from will change our response to the force. The ultimate look may appear similar but the erosion and patterning are unique. Hold tight onto you, stoically and protectively. If for no other reason than, like a painting finished, to see how it turns out.