Thin veils, sparks & trails of light
By: Marjory Mejia
Tonight I’m craving sparkles, glitter, fairy dust; they warm my heart and keep me up at night! I am writing on the night of Samhain/Halloween, when the veil between worlds is thinnest. Earlier tonight, I held a prayer in my heart for my ancestors and was surprised to later find and watch a documentary about Machu Picchu, the ancient city of the Incas, all by ‘chance.’ Of course, I don’t believe in chance…
And so I have been assembling these beautiful photos with a smile in my heart. They feel like memories, life autumn leaves turning colors—sparkling, surreal, dreamy, ethereal, golden. They are not mine but they capture the way I remember some places, events, people, moments in the landscape of life.
remembrances, ancestral paths, trails of light
visions wrapped in a soft glow, a hazy glow flowing from deep within.
Photo credits: 1. Holding on to love by ChelseaVictoria; 2. Two Suns by Brad Kunkle via Ez Pudewa; 3. Hearts via moredesignplease; 4. Luces by Julia; 5. Glow via moredesignplease; 6. All that glitters is not gold By Kaitlynn
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To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
~Mary Oliver (from Poem: In Blackwater Woods)