Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Strange...

...Ever wandered into an old room that's been locked for months? Ever smelt that air when you open up that left-in-the-corner box? Ever held that doll in your hands and became oblivious to the dust around?
And ever found your way back to your blog after more than a month?

It's a pretty similar feeling. Like losing your way around and then finding yourself walking into the gates of your garden.
Yes there've been changes. Rather big changes. But as Rush would say, "plu ca change, plu c’est la meme chose" (The more that things change, the more they stay the same). Perhaps the weed has grown a little bit in this garden, perhaps the birds have become more comfortable, perhaps there's some moss on those unturned stones... But my garden is still the same. Almost.

Isn't it strange that it's in the most unexpected of moments that we do what we had always expected from ourselves...
That it's in the nearest corner of our garden where we find the most overlooked flowers...
That's it in the eyes of that broken doll in which we find our deepest secrets...

"And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last..." (Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin)