June 3, 2019
Looking back seems to shear the past into frames of time, each section like a filament or scale, capturing complete and separate images and impressions that link up. When you stand back and view this patchwork it threads together into a narrative that shows the cause and effect, the path that led you to this place. Only looking back do the breadcrumbs make sense; you can even replace missing pieces here and there as intuition assures you that the journey took you this way or that. And so obvious, that you doubt your uncertainty and the trepidation you felt before.