The Wild Nun: The Path of Illness

For a few short years I thought I knew the path I was walking. 

Now, that time of grace long gone, the way is not so clear. 

I keep walking anyway. 

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Every now and then there appear bright spots in the gloom, gifts from Source that bloom into being, and my wellspring fills and then overflows. 

These blessed moments nourish my dark depths during spells of creative and spiritual drought, those unavoidable elements of the climate of chronic illness.

 

Waratahs in the mist

Words and images from my Instagram project @the_wild_nun