I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
‘Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.’ –from The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd, 2002
And sometimes when we remember, we couldn't care less if they died tomorrow if their dying makes us live again by forgetting who we are or why we're here.
And sometimes when we remember, we couldn't care less if they died tomorrow if their dying makes us live again by forgetting who we are or why we're here.
ReplyDeleteStories are like that. Human stories.