332: rust, clouds, freedom

I can't believe it's taken me this long to show you some awesome rust I found on Easter.

Stuart and I went for a drive and --as is usually the case-- we ended up going to a bunch of different beaches.

Oh, let the swooning begin.

You know what I love? I love that a bunch of you email me with rust pictures because seeing rust makes you think of me.

How about this frothy stuff, lichen? Moss? Anyone know the right name for it?

Love the perfection of that sky in the background.

Fluffy little fairy colonies.

The front of the sign:

mmmmmmm.

oh, and I guess the scenery is ok, too:

The Cape is so beautiful.

Love these branchy silhouettes:

And the blue sky with puffy clouds. One of my personal symbols of happiness.

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The gloom is lifting. An old heaviness -- a sense of being shackled that I have always felt-- is being freed up in me and I feel such relief. It's exciting and new, a little raw.

I am feeling able to take in the goodness that surrounds me. I feel such gratitude and the beginning of peace.

It's about frigging time!

A little wish for you:

that you may find even a tiny bit of movement in a part of you that has been stuck or frozen.

xo,

m