We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
- Anaïs Nin
- photo by marie dudek brown
creating advance, expand and gratitude...
letting go into all dimensions; will beauty be noticed today?
peace, love and joy...