“..stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul..” .
Eyes dim, vision blurred. Cast off restraint. Heart tossed about, seeking other things. I’ve stopped running. I’ve lost focus. I’ve fallen. Here I leave, going downwards. Heart hard and cold. But O what Love, while I depart, He goes down with me, to where I am. I did not choose Him, yet here He is, bearing me, cherishing me tenderly. No ability, no desire to love Him. “You know that I love You.” I don’t know if I love You anymore. That look of love, drawing me, constraining me. Reminding me again that it is not I, but Him. That it is not my love, but His. That He is, indeed the loveliest and best. And I return with heart softened, saying.. “I love You.” . .
"Uncertainty exists everywhere, and yet there is something beautifully tender and serendipitous about letting the universe take control. It’s a sweet release. The universe is synonymous for uncertainty / If it’s meant to be, it’ll be"
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Probably a page-a-day calendar wasn’t my thing: stuck on the 8th of July.
16.08.18 | Caught In Rye
Rye has been the location I have been looking forward to the most on our road trip. BTW: I took this pic after visiting a traditional pub and having chips. ;) #allthealleys