Reflection on a plexiglass-covered wall.
Reconstruction is a long process, most of times I feel like playing jigsaw puzzle... I start by reassembling every fragment and piece, then I try to gather them together...
So far, the best glue I found to try to fix it has been photography. I feel that there's a healing dimension in the act of walking around looking for pictures, it puts my attention and focus in search for beauty all around, contrasting with the lunar landscape that fills me within, since more than 2 years now.
Little by little, some light comes in, warming this desert part of mine. In each of the fantastic pictures I discover on Flickr, in every moment or scene that I try to honor by capturing it, I extract a small seed of hope and hapiness. I then plant them in my inner garden, waiting for them to grow into colorful flowers or reassuring and magnificent trees.
Eventually, the tears I can't shed on the outside will rain softly on the inside, fertilizing this intimate soil, inviting a spring I've been waiting for all along in this inner winter.