take a walk in nature.
Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.
I’m reminded on a continual basis that “time” is not a given and that every moment is precious.
I’m reminded that “home” will never look the same for me as it once did.
I’m reminded that the memories of my “past” will be forever changed.
I’m reminded that all of that is okay.
And all this from a river view of geese in the early morning.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Don’t wish for the season to change.
Don’t stay where you’re not happy.
Don’t wait for a better time.
Don’t forget to say I love you.
as a verb.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.This crisp winter air is full of it.
I watched an inspiring speech by Mathew McConaughey this week, thank you LH for posting it, that talked about being the architects of our own lives. To not do the things that put our souls in jeopardy. To find out who we are not in order to then learn who we are.
Timing…sometimes that’s the critical element that allows a message to really sink in and for me the timing was right to hear words about simplifying my life.
Every time I pick up a camera I choose very deliberately what will be within that framework so why then is it so difficult to use that same process in life?
We are each as individual as the snowflake pictured above. We each value and follow different paths in search of that which brings happiness and contentment. If we were to compare those snapshots of our lives each would look entirely different.
Following along the lines of last week’s blog post of a self-portrait, I am going to spend more time treating my life as a photograph, carefully framing its elements, removing those that no longer suit, and filling it with those things that feed my soul.
Architect as a verb…that works for me.
a self portrait.
Photography is an austere and blazing poetry of the real.
I’ve been playing around with portraits lately, you know, part of that exercise to do those things that you’re the least comfortable with. Replacing fear with confidence allows you to make choices that aren’t predicated around a feeling that you could fail.
When your life has gone through a complete upheaval the tendency is to analyze every choice that you made and to find reasons why you made the choices that you did.
I think that it’s a necessary part of recovery but there also comes a time to let those things go and take a good long look in the mirror. I’ve found through chance encounters that my story is not all that unique and with that discovery comes a sense of relief. I am grateful to those women who have shared their stories with me.
The photo above is about looking in that mirror. It is a self portrait of where I am right now in this moment.
Every so often in nature, with jaw dropping vistas a far as the eye can see, you encounter a tiny intimate landscape that just speaks to you on a whole different level.
This was one of those defining moments.
And how unusual…
It’s almost always about the water.
that the dots will connect.
You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
Interesting to read the words of an incredibly smart man and think that perhaps he too made choices based purely on delving into that place deep inside and trusting that feeling.
I think that there is a lot to be gained by not only visiting your past but from really looking at your past and relating it to the forward journey.
I’m reminded of a movie that I saw recently where the lead could time travel backwards and take a slightly different path allowing him to choose the outcome that he desired.
It makes me realize how important every action, every word, and every decision is. One moment in time can shape so much of the future. The choices that we make on a daily basis eventually connect, just like those dots, deep into the future.
For most of us, there is no going back but there will be opportunities to make things right moving forward.
Listen to your gut and don’t be afraid to buck the tide. Sometimes it only takes one small course correction to get you back on your heading.
equinox, is winter upon us?There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The autumn equinox is upon us; the days will become shorter, and soon, if not already, the snow will begin to fall.
Today there will be equal hours of day and night and rituals abound for marking that sense of balance.
One of my favorite stories comes from Greek mythology and Persephone who was abducted from her mother, harvest Goddess Demeter, and taken to the underworld to become the wife of Hades. She eventually got her back only to lose her to Hades for three months of every year. During this time Demeter would refuse to grow plants resulting in “winter”.
I don’t share Demeter’s sense of loss when winter comes calling. For me it’s a time of stark, clean landscapes and crystalline structures.
Enjoy every moment, not just the ones that are perfect…that’s what is important.
off the end of a brush.
Energy and motion made visible-memories arrested in space.
Sometimes it’s her office; other times her place of sanctuary. As we glided across the smooth surface it wasn’t the scenery enveloping this beautiful lake that caught my eye, it was the swirling of imagery through the water. There one moment and erased the next by a single sweep of the paddle.
Paint flowing off of the end of a brush onto a blue canvas.
I like to capture something different in a landscape. I look for those things that are fleeting and not repeatable, often imagining how many times a landscape has been photographed exactly the same way: same light, same settings, same perspective.
It’s almost always about the water…