at Shi Shi, Sept 2015 in my truest life, I have learned to know my own bones and to love the companionship of my own thoughts when alone and yet to appreciate still the return to home © Sarah Whiteley Advertisements
you are mistaken, dear friend – it is not loneliness to be in such a space, where solitude might be relievedly embraced it is not lost when the venturing writes a trail to rediscovered peace © Sarah Whiteley
Some broken things, in the right light, still shine. And in a perfect wind, the fragmentary might fly. But mostly we forget this and gather too closely the sharp edges to our chest – seeking solace in those pieces that are left.
In just a little more than 40 days, I’ll be driving south on the 307 on my way from Cancun to Tulum. This trip has been in the works for several months now, but it didn’t really hit me until the day before yesterday that … Continue reading commencing countdown
My apologies for the radio silence over the past couple of months. I had a lot to handle in a very short time and unfortunately this meant all blogging activities were put on the back burner for a while. The good news is I'm BACK! … Continue reading apologies and a quick update
I've discovered a trail between the indented kiss of your right clavicle and the contour of your chest that invites the dusty curl of light from between Sunday morning blinds - it begs to be photographed, but always my hands are otherwise occupied © Sarah … Continue reading otherwise occupied
Because I can. And because I am in love with this picture, which is one of a series I took and plan to frame and hang on the walls. If I were a good little poet, I'd come up with a companion piece, but sometimes … Continue reading shameless cross-post