B.G. Bowers Quotes

There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love will elude us.

Death is the great disruptor; it thrusts us opposite life’s mirror, invites our truthful exploration, and reveals the naked truth; from which rebirth is possible and we are free to reinvent ourselves anew.

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it.

I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.

I sometimes marvel at how far I’ve come - blissful, even, in the knowledge that I am slowly becoming a well-evolved human being - only to have the illusion shattered by an episode of bad behaviour that contradicts the new and reinforces the old. At these junctures of self-reflection, I ask the question: “are all my years of hard work unraveling before my eyes, or am I just having an episode?” For the sake of personal growth and the pursuit of equanimity, I choose the latter and accept that, on this journey of evolution, I may not encounter just one bad day, but a group of many.

Change blows through the branches of our existence. It fortifies the roots on which we stand, infuses crimson experience with autumn hues, dismantles Winter’s brittle leaves, and ushers Spring into our fertile environments. Seeds of evolution burst from their pod cocoons and teardrop buds blossom into Summer flowers. Change releases its redolent scent, attracting the buzz of honey bees and the adoration of discerning butterflies.

My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.