take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and fifty degrees: ‘the birds of leaving…’

Severance ~ Dead Can Dance

two hundred and fifty

Frigid morning, mist. Swallows, the vista. Cats, boxed. Car, packed. I bid, this oak.

Fare well.

Such is, the nature. Of change.

People change so that you learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right. You believe less so eventually you trust no one but yourself. And sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

~ Marilyn Monroe


In the shapes of things to come…

3 comments on “two hundred and fifty degrees: ‘the birds of leaving…’

  1. seanbidd
    June 8, 2013

    All the best with the change, the best, always… in every degree you pass through, safe travels brave wayfarer of the mist…

  2. Gorgeous pic. I love the way you said so little yet so much in this post. The circle of life will continue in other trees, I know. Happy moving, xxx

  3. snapitures
    June 25, 2013

    Wow, I’ve been absent for too long – things have changed. I will greatly miss the big oak but anticipate the new discoveries to come. Wishing you the very best young lady!

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