There’s a heartache that comes when walking in the woods
Yes, awe and wonder,too
But always, always sprinkled with sorrow
I feel the groaning of creation resonating in my bones
Regret at all that has been lost and corrupted,
At all doomed to destruction in the coming times
I found this blog by “chance”, but I think it is more likely fate. I was looking at photographs of Sumatra as I was telling myself, with a longing and aching in my hear, “I’m going to live here one day I hope”. Then I came upon your photograph and went to make it the background of my computer home page, BEAUTIFUL photo btw and thank you,.. and then I saw your web link for a blog. Your words are choice and cut deeper than you may know…they are like an echo. I am grateful to have found your blog, and will be following your journey :)