The Shape of Becoming

I move through these scenes like someone learning how to see herself clearly. The blurred birds drifting in different directions remind me of how easily I used to follow the currents around me, reading others more than I ever read myself. But then the light changes, the shapes shift, and suddenly something steadier appears—three rocks in calm water, a single silhouette against red, a lone stone rising out of blue shadow.

As I photograph these moments, I feel a quiet truth forming: I am no longer dissolving into the many. Something in me is gathering, tightening like a spiral in the water, taking on a shape of its own. Even the smallest glimmers—the green beads floating in dark blue—feel like beginnings, gentle but unmistakable.

These images are my way of marking the moment before emergence: the soft, wondrous realisation that I am becoming someone distinct, someone whole, someone who finally stands in her own light.

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