Last few pictures from last weekend, along with some thoughts which arose in this morning's Pages, which also came out in a conversation with my sister. They don't necessarily go together, but, anyway, just... ride along :D Think of it as listening to someone rambling on while you look out the window of a running bus. I am still also quite uncertain how to write these constantly meandering thoughts.
It surfaced in this morning's Pages. My old feelings for certain people seem to have been placed differently now in my perspective. It was like, being out there was like being able to swim out of the pond, and into the sea. And, I wrote, in a way, certain things and ways of thinking were washed away from my eyes and my mind. So it's like, upon returning, the other fish in the pond may not have changed, but I know that somehow I did, or at least something inside me did. I am not sure exactly what sort of change it is. But somehow, now I realize that I had been deeply attached, more deeply attached than I thought, all this time, to certain people or groups. Which now explains why I was quick to anger or why I ended up disappointed and emotionally troubled. It was because I was very attached to them, or whatever it is they represent to me in my life.