When I lost my brother this year, I didn't think I'd ever be able to see beauty in the living and life again. I isolated myself and I was filled with so much darkness, trapped in a vortex of misery and depression.
But then, when I least expected it, I grew wings. I was reborn, my roots found a new stream from which to drink from... I found solace in nature.
I found healing in birds, the songs they sang soothed my pain, as I watched them fly I started to develop a deeper understanding of freedom. As I learnt more about them I learnt more about humanity, spirituality and individuality . I'll forever be grateful to @garthshaw5 for sharing his passion for birds and birding with me.
From roaming the forests searching for birds... I ended up finding myself and finding love. I fell in love with nature. I became an addict, constantly seeking the high, I needed to hear those birds singing, tree's rustling in the wind, streams flowing ever so gently, the warm earthly smell of a cave, the soft rubbery feel of the fynbos, the warm embrace of the sun on a hot day, the stability and security of a mountain as it awaits your arrival... Long story short. Today was a beautiful day 🌞
2x Canal de la Mort this morning following @carlesrossell, @danirozados & @davidmarticapella, aka the Andorran train... 🚂🇦🇩🐏
I sure don't have their 🎿 skills but I least I saved the day sorting out the good lines! 🧐😅