Regular readers will know me as an exhibitionist, kinkster and eternal optimist.
If you are familiar with my blog you will know that one of my favourite things to do is run. I also have a great love of music and dancing. Well, not traditional dancing, more moving to tunes in my own inimitable way. Whenever I run through this particular tunnel I start shimmying down the long underground passage. I am always taken back to the mid 90s, at the time I was diving head first into the world of drum and bass, all thanks to an introduction to DJ Hype and this tune:
The samples in this track are from an interview on near death experiences. A woman brought back to life telling how she felt the light at the end of a long dark tunnel. I’ve never been through that, but when I am recovering from a flare up of my depression it feels very much like this.
There is a light at the end of every tunnel.
Some tunnels just happen to be longer than others.
About a month ago I was lucky to have company, and so we captured this location for the scavenger hunt. I love the top image, but as “evidence” that I actually revealed myself in this busy tunnel I wanted to add the second.
It’s at times like this when I see all of my many worlds lining up.
I love not needing to choose whether I am one thing or the other. If I had to ask the questions of which mask to wear every time I left the house… that would make life very hard! I hope I have got the balance right? Where I can “hide” in plain sight, as me. That feels like a very bright light at the end of my tunnel.
What does yours look like?
This week I am sharing Rebel’s Notes Tunnel post. These pictures were taken back in 2013 and it is a different Marie to the blogger we know now. She has definitely lost some of the shyness over the last 7 years