Tears

Without forewarning they appear like out of nowhere: tears. My eyes watering without a reason as it seems. Even as I write they well up from somewhere deep inside. They are for me a gift and a confirmation of sorts. A confirmation of a slow recovery of life. Gratitude and awe filling my soul as tears fill my eyes. 

A traditional roof construction made out of thatched palm fibres and bamboo stalks at ARMA museum, Ubud, Bali .

A traditional roof construction made out of thatched palm fibres and bamboo stalks at ARMA museum, Ubud, Bali .

Thank You for this gift of tears. 

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