I am not a person who stops easily, or who stands still well. I am taking a few days off of writing, and what I see happening is that when I stop, a well of sadness opens up in me, and I feel a lot of loss. There has been a lot of loss and I guess it is important, even healthy, to stop and feel it, and let it flow through me.

I suppose that’s why I don’t often stop. You have to be okay with yourself, and in your own company. I have, like many, gained a lot, lost a lot. I haven’t caught up with all of the loss – family, friends, time. I guess it is part of finally get to know me, and I see that I have to pause more deeply and let it run through me. I will keep taking photos, and that helps me. I lost many years of my life to fear and confusion, and as great as my opportunities are, I will not get them back and have to say goodbye.

I love the spaces between walls. They seem as important as the walls themselves.