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The fog of Uncertainty

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For days now I am greeted in the early am with layers of fog.  It sets my morning in a way that allows me to move in an unfettered way.  There’s a freedom attached to the fog.  It holds what it is to come and for the few morning hours before the sun moves in there is a beaconing – a calling –  so to speak – step in and create.

I shot these magnificent trees on the coastline in Half Moon Bay — a friend had said the night before — “I hope you capture the fog – it is suppose to be really thick tomorrow.”  Well with that challenge I set out in the early morn and my camera companion did the heavy lifting.  My body moved to the grace of the elements and I found myself in sync with the dance of the atmosphere.

 

 

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A Fog Calling

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I had been missing the fog horn lately and was surprised how much it shaped my early mornings.  Soon, as the end of June came and well into July and now early August — the fog has appeared front and center and I knew it was time to note its impact – with my camera and my words.  Truly, I love the fog.  There’s an uncertainty that comes with it and gives me a freedom to move in an unfettered way.  I take all the liberties I want in these early mornings of pea soup.

I shot these magnificent trees in this layer of fog after a friend challenged me the night before it all started – “I hope you’re capturing the fog – tomorrow is supposed to be the thickest.”  Well, with that directive, I set out early to Lands End, near the Cliff House – and approached what was to be truly one of the most graceful mornings I can remember.

Tall and statuesque, the trees were shrouded in layers of mist with branches clinging to touches of nourishment.

I felt part of their morning glee as I moved ever so cautiously clicking away — pinching myself I was given a pass to participate in their dance.

I hope you will find this image as inspiring as I do ~ it reminds me that being in the unknown is perfectly okay.  It triggers hope and possibility.

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Is it all a Paradox?

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It seems I play with dualities lately.  I am increasingly more and more aware of the balance of yes and no and working with the opposites to bring a united front.

It’s seeing myself as oh so small at times and then in a flip, realizing the immensity of my greater self.  I dance between – finding parallels.

My challenge is to develop a greater consciousness of the spiral down – to be able to catch myself in an instant and bring light.  I look up to the sun.  I lay myself in the grass and point my camera at the flickering leaves on sprawling branches of an immense tree.  I feel the earth hold me, my body, my being.  Again I am reminded, everything serves.  By accepting the conflicts within myself I am able to find a oneness within.  I shot this photograph and later realized I captured an angel walking on the edge of a wave.  Is it real or imagined?  Does it matter.   Together we skip a beat.  And the ocean, just like life, holds us all.

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Laundry Day

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There’s something about freshly washed laundry to spark a memory.

As I was hanging up my wet clothes to dry in the fresh air I remembered being with Mom on one visit where we exchanged favorite items we once valued with each other.

She gifted me a scarf from her treasure trove and I passed on a used makeup bag no longer wanted. What amazed me about her actions was that she truly coveted this old makeup bag and spent the next hour or so soaking it, rubbing it, and hanging it out to dry to be made new, so to speak.

I thought of that memory this morning as I was hanging up a blouse and my emotion caught the best of me. I sunk into that moment just being together – sharing tips from each other and honoring the exchange of our simple stuff.  I love her so just for being a girl with me –

I’ve shot many photographs of clotheslines and fresh laundry. This is one of my earliest – fresh cotton diapers blowin in the wind. I’ve folded my share of those in another lifetime.

It’s the purity, the profound whiteness, the freshness of something renewed that triggers my attachment.

Spring is here. Time to renew and begin again and again.

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Lessons of the Waxing Moon

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I woke up at 3:30 and clearly knew I was being summoned. I found my robe and slippers and made my way with cat companion toward that first cup of coffee.  My laptop and the shimmering moonlight provided the only light I needed to write.

Why was this particular year feeling literally like a new birth – I was in this uncomfortable labor –  another chapter was imminent –knowing I needed to be in the un-comfort zone so transformation can happen.  I shred my thoughts, quirks, fears, and concerns, all on the page via swift movement on the keyboard.

I have been in action mode for most of my life. My work involves service and my art is finding its way to and through that service. The new reality is in the merging of my worlds and trust that is inevitable to be there.

I looked up to witness a veil covering the waxing moon.  I was reminded of yesterday’s insightful thoughts – to be in stillness, allow the silence, the non-movement –sleep, rest – all part of this trajectory of life I have chosen and all serve me as I make my way through the complexities.

My daily writing ritual and the moon’s teaching – its veil symbolizing the acknowledgement to retreat and have patience and trust my discerning movements and choices to be in the void of nothingness. Soon the illuminating moon will be full.

These are gifts of this birthday year.

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