stars look down and witness,
never judge. the city moves
beneath me, out of sight.
o let this poem be a planet
or a haven. heaven for a poet
homeward bound. rest my son’s head
upon sweet dreams & contentment.
let me turn out the light to rest.
- susan cataldo
i was looking for that one picture, all week. and i kept finding it. that is how i approach each image…my heart feels big and fast, time slows, my skin feels everything, my throat gets tight. these are all part of the same big picture. this is a small piece of one story, that is my family, always growing, changing course, learning to move through things and flow with them. watching this, with tears streaming down my face, and the most steady smile, i know this is where i am, where i need to be, what i need to be doing. i am one with them. every picture is the one that is written in my heart.
music: ‘ho hey’ the lumineers (the unofficial soundtrack to our last couple of months)
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