23 December 2014

Once ...

I came here when I was feeling lost - a hidden cove overlooking swaying wheat fields, ocean and mountains. I'd sit on a wooden bench chain smoking Marlboro Lights and feeling the day's angst or despair in the pit of my gut - pain so deep I thought it might kill me. A bittersweet break-up; crippling loneliness; impending financial collapse; generalized fear and anxiety about pretty much everyone and everything - wondering how in the hell I would ever make it through.

It's been many years since my last visit to this place. The bench is rotted away and the view is covered by brambles of wild rose.

I'm filled with quiet melancholy for a place that no longer exists. For a young woman who no longer exists...

 


07 May 2014

 
Pike Place Market Tulips
 
At times I'm surprised how my photography resonates with others. Some express joy; others melancholy - and still others describe how the images stir memories from childhood.  I suppose they are the souls who best "feel" what the subject is trying to convey. Empaths of a sort.

I'm humbled that Oriah Mountain Dreamer, author of the life-afirming poem, "The Invitation" and many other fine works, recently paired this photograph with one of the the daily musings on her FB page.  This particular day focused on the importance of doing one thing at a time, and being fully present with each task at hand.  This is a message I need to hear over and over again, as it seems the "American Way" of life - Go! Go! Go! Multitask! can get the best of me.

Wishing you a day of focus and pleasure.  One moment at a time.