Category : Mortal Muses
Given my total immersion in my 365 IMPOSSIBLE Self-Portraits project, it’s not surprising that my mobile photography (aka iPhoneography) has taken on a decidedly selfie slant. But recent newspaper articles prove that it’s not just me — self-portraiture is having a bit of a moment. The New York Times and Canada’s The Globe and Mail both have run recent articles about self-portraits. And perhaps more telling, Oxford Dictionaries proclaimed “selfie” as the word of the year for 2013.
Sometimes it is difficult to step back and take a look at the big picture. It’s especially hard when the flu catches us by surprise and knocks us off our ass for a few days like it did to me this past week. When work deadlines loom, family obligations and other to-dos pile up, or you aren’t in love with your new haircut, yeah, it can be hard to embrace gratitude. But having a nudge, a gentle reminder to go wide with our view of ourselves and our lives can be a game changer in the way we feel.
We might see that love is all around us if we just look for it. We might be reminded of the fullness in our lives and so much more. I’m over at Mortal Muses sharing a bit more gratitude through my lens. I hope you click HERE to check it out.
“Be taught now, among the trees and rocks,
how the discarded is woven into shelter,
learn the way things hidden and unspoken
slowly proclaim their voice in the world.
Find that far inward symmetry
to all outward appearances, apprentice
yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back
all you sent away, be a new annunciation,
make yourself a door through which
to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.”
– Excerpt from “Coleman’s Bed” in River Flow by David Whyte
I’m over at Mortal Muses today announcing our November theme. I hope you click HERE and come and join us this month.
When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
– Alexander Graham Bell
I’m over at Mortal Muses today talking about portals, doorways to other worlds, and escape hatches. Click HERE to check it out!
I’m over at Mortal Muses today sharing some thoughts on how photography allows me (us!) to capture the full range of life. I’m talking about how through photography, I become aware of how we must be alive to it ALL — the highs and lows of this one, wild, precious life we all have.
I hope you click HERE to check out the full post.
I’ve been thinking about those photos. You know the ones. Those photos that aren’t your favorites. The ones that you like to some extent, but that you picked apart, noticing all the things you didn’t like about them. Those photos that got buried in your computer or in your stack of negatives or prints because they didn’t quite make the “A side” of the album. Yeah, those photos.
Come on over to Mortal Muses to see more of what I have to say about those photos on the “B side.” It might surprise you…
As you know, I’m in the thick of my current photography project — 365 Impossible Self-Portraits. Given that I’m focused on shooting a self-portrait each and every day using instant film, suffice it to say that any and every camera I own with the exception of my Polaroids lie sorely neglected on my shelf. This thought got me reminiscing about 35mm and going through the last roll I shot.
I’m a big fan of photography projects. As someone who wrapped up my first 365 back in April, and stepped into an even bigger daily challenge THE VERY NEXT DAY, I have seen the benefits of having a project on which to focus your attention and your lens. If I wasn’t currently shooting self-portraits every day on instant film from the IMPOSSIBLE Project, I might not have captured this photo…
This time last year, I was in France. And I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I *still* haven’t processed all of my photos from that trip. So as I have been reminiscing in my mind about our adventures last summer, I decided to jump back into the trip vicariously through my photographs.
Since coming home from my trip to California, I’ve been reflecting a great deal on friendship. I am so grateful for the time I spent with friends on this trip, connecting, having deep conversations, laughing, dreaming, and really witnessing one another. I felt and continue to feel so filled up in my heart and soul from these moments of togetherness. I’ve also noticed my desire to keep those connections going and to make time to nurture my other friendships. I am someone who so longs for connection and belonging, often feeling lonely in my local community. Yet, I get lost in the stress and overwhelm of the day-to-day tasks and work, so much so that I retreat, I don’t reach out, I don’t pick up the phone. I am realizing that I do have connections and friendships, they just might be spread across this county and spill over borders. I’m seeing more clearly that I need to dust myself off from my lonely pity party and be proactive in reaching out. I need to embrace my former 13 year-old self and fall back in love with chatting on the phone.
As you know, I adore the writing of David Whyte. I love his thoughts on friendship…
“The ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self: the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.” — David Whyte, from Readers’ Circle Essay, “Friendship”
Yes. This journey of life is impossible to travel alone. Much love, friends. xoxo