see those grey clouds...

This great need to apologise to myself for not writing. To pretend like that day at 'the wall', you must know the wall if you care, never happened. The countless number of pictures I took on holiday and intended to post showcasing the evolution from the wall. How I had taken my infant inspiration from the wall and crossed borders? The pictures never came and neither did the inspiration to take more pictures and muse about other people's impeccable take on garments and life. I don't blame you for not inspiring me, take heart.

"weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning..." I have no desire to allure you to the image of I, me, weeping at night, so I won't. I simply urge you to understand, whoever you may be, that I understand what that verse means. Understand that when the next morning after you may or may have not spent the night weeping, we will not speculate as this is a judgement free zone, joy may not be waiting beside your bed, again I make no assumptions or judgement if a bed is your preferred place of rest, but I can say that joy does come, maybe not the next morning or the one after that but it does come. I am assured because I know a man that loves me so much He makes all things work together for my good.

This has been a wordy post, to bring it together I say this; my inspiration for anything creative died when things seemed to get cloudy but when I understood that joy comes in the morning I took heart and appreciated the time it took me to realise joy had come in the morning I was just too busy waiting for it to announce it's arrival.

 
    - Greece, Corfu

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