House by the river
It has been a while. I spent this time dreaming, crying, being sad and active in the other fields. I was studying in university, doing some small research, participating in conferences, learning Icelandic, fighting my own demons and still do. I started to sort my old photos the other day and stumbled upon these ones. I like the colors in particular. These are the ruins of old power station on the river. Summer in Iceland. Old and new.
Ice Beautiful 
Life often gets in the way of life. I too have been away, you are inspiring me to return. I do understand personal demons…
I was thinking of you just few days ago. I thought that I have not heard anything from you for a long time so you might have had your reasons not to write too.
Our lives are at different junctures but still appear to cause us reasons for deep reflection.
I retired last week from an 18 year job as a domestic violence advocate. This past winter their stories overwhelmed me and I knew I had to move on. I am heading into my sixth decade and wonder what should I be when I grow up?