This is how it looked for a while, as if I was winding through a maze. The walls were solid lace, so it seemed harmless to linger there. Wandering in the maze even seemed like what I was meant to do. It was fascinating.
I waited for the walls to fall down, or pushed against them which only made them more solid. Then I noticed a thread and gently pulled it. The maze began to dissolve. Following the thread lead to the beginning. To myself.
what is beautiful remains 
Your photos are stunning, your words are intensely deep. The skill with which you tie the two together is awesome!
I love the writing.
The most magnificent and simultaneously dear photograph coupled with beautiful words. 🙂
Such lovely imagery – both photo and words…I like the unravelling!