Perfect in its Imperfection … Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire, England


Bolton Abbey

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No roof.

No windows.

No doors.

But …

A form.

A story.

A life.

Perfect.

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We all get older. Things happen to us. Things change us. The true measure of our character is how we respond to what we experience.

Will it make us, or break us?

When I encounter the ancient places; the broken ones, I am reminded that as I get older and my body begins to breakdown that I am more than the sum of my deteriorating parts.

I am not the greying roof of my head, the fading windows of my eyes or the creaking hinges of my joints.

The incredible spirit I am fills a form of flesh and blood that embodies the story which is my life.

A life filled with joy, sorrow, pain, peace, suffering, love, rapture, sadness, anger, understanding, curiosity, confusion, grief, success, imperfection, mistakes, misjudgement, beauty, glory … and on.

But it is my life; my story and, for all its imperfections, like this ancient and broken abbey … it is perfect.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

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