“Oh it’s just a phase she’s going through” was the constant refrain I heard all through my teens. The usual teenage angst brought out the worst in me, moody, sulky, trying to find myself. Thankfully it was just a phase, and life moved on. The phases changed as I grew, I learned to play guitar and spent alot of time singing until I found other things to use my time for. I took up embroidery, then moved on to needlepoint and then to quilting. I later phased into knitting, and crochet, the drawers filled with scarves. I took a Sign Language course and spent every morning and evening practicing until I didn’t anymore, that phase replaced with blogging, my time spent at the computer used for writing words rather than using my hands to say them. I began taking photographs which has now led me to the phase where I view the world around me through the lens of a camera and how to set up a shot. I do feel blogging and photography are not just a passing phase, but something that have really become a part of my my life, of me.
The moon has eight phases, they wax and wane and then are new again, just as life can be.