Of Finding Oneself

Of Finding Oneself

Adansonia gregorii or boab tree, Ronovan WritesAnja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn in the street below. She could not concentrate on her work.

With her eyes closed she tried to slow down her thoughts, shut out the noise. She drew a deep breath.

Suddenly, she heard nothing. Not the ringing of the phone, not the laughing of her colleagues, none of the sounds that had driven her nuts all morning. Anja felt inner peace, her thoughts were no longer racing in disorder, her stress had evaporated. Continue reading “Of Finding Oneself”

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Low Tide

Port-En-Bessin, Harbour
After having been to Porte-En-Bessin at high tide, we came back the next morning to go on almost the same walk but at low tide. The things we saw were amazing! There was so much beauty. Continue reading “Low Tide”