Rebirth
/Ingela
English
Tears, laughter, breathing and a recurring rebirth after sleeping in deep darkness underground. With my bare, outstretched legs and toes against the moist soil, I'm running again. Crescent moons and a spatter of stars strengthen my conviction about the healing power of strong emotions. The Spring sun: a relentless light so awaited and strong after the winter's restful white expanses. Rebirth when everything opens and emerges stronger. The hidden becomes visible: layer upon layer disappears and buds bursting into spring bloom. Cheer, joy and rebirth — a new beginning as something else closes down.
/ Ingela