She used to see faces and magical creatures and wondrous shapes in shades of gray and white.
Now she just sees clouds.
She used to find the mystic in the woods.
Now she just sees trees.
She used to find the holy in the mountains.
Now she just sees stone.
She used to find the hallowed in music.
Now she just hears silence.
She used to see hope in the future.
Now she just sees the next step.
She used to find meaning in the past.
Now she just sees loss.
She used to find power in the stories.
Now she just sees words.
Lisa Stowe - The Story River Blog 
She sounds like an adult who has grown weary of the burden she is carrying and mourns for the child within with the joyous spirit. I hope she finds a way to reconnect with that child. There are many who can help find the path.
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I think you’re right. I enjoyed what became a dialog between text and photos and I’m not sure it that was obvious. For example, she only sees trees, and then there’s this photo of a tree saying ‘but look at this wondrous tree!’ Or she only sees the next step, but ‘look at that path and what a next step!’ It was interesting to me to see that dialog happen.
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Yes! I saw that! The juxtaposition of hope, beauty, and joy in the photos with the text. Pretty brilliant, IMO.
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This is exactly what I feel about the wealthy’s destruction globally; what the right-wing conservatives are doing to the US.
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GORgeous cloud picture especially – Love them all – such a celebration, your photo still-lifes. GREAT passage Mark Twain wrote about what visual experiences there are of the waters on the riverboat until you were the rudder guy and saw all that was beneath or nearly invisible, of dangers, etc. When I’m back home I’ll send you chapter and book. Logistics of life murky the vision of fantasy and creativity. We float FREE, to find what we Used to see/feel/experience . . . Pat Larson
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On Mon, Feb 28, 2022 at 2:31 PM Lisa Stowe – The Story River Blog wrote:
> Lisa posted: ” She used to see faces and magical creatures and wondrous > shapes in shades of gray and white. Now she just sees clouds. She used to > find the mystic in the woods. Now she just sees trees. She used to find the > holy in the mountains. N” >
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I’d love to read that passage, Pat. Thanks for thinking of it. Did you see the face in the cloud photo?
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I feel this. And such a sad feel it is.
I wonder whether grief has a place in your loss of what feels like the joy and magic of life.
Or if that’s just me.
Hoping that you start to create a pathway back.
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Oh, grief definitely does. But I also saw the discourse between text (grief) and photos (hope) as I was writing and that was a little bit of a revelation.
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nice post. sounds like my life. sad sad sad…..oh a ray of light! and there it goes.
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Interestingly enough, I saw the photos as those little rays of light against the words. She only sees the next step, but oh, just look at that path! It’s hard when those little rays are so fleeting though.
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Exactly. But the ray of lights are there, I just have to wait sometimes is all. 😊
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