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Renewal Around the Corner

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Autumn has always been a season of quirky shifts for me. The winds remind me that changes are comin; the air can be balmy and/or windy and of late, signal light rain.   I walked out yesterday and held my head back to catch the raindrops on my face. This may sound silly; so what. I suppose I was seeking a cleanse from an unknown source.

I’ve also felt a greater sense of loss this season. I reflect back on my friends and family who have passed on and how they impacted my life. I try and pull up some of their kind words of support to get me through the weepy tears that surface. I remind myself it’s okay to just be with the discomfort of those feelings and let the love that I felt sink deeper into my being.   It reinforces my heart was and continues to open. I stretch further into the sadness and find trickles of newness. Call it hope perhaps. There’s always another way-another option-another day. I take more rest periods.  I walk with neighborhood friends.  I call my 92-yr-old Mom and talk about really nothing;  I hold my sweetheart closer.   I stop and just laugh.  I dance to a favorite old song and freak out my kitty cat in the process.  All this to just renew as I continue to make my way into the complexities of this time.

Life needs us all. It’s that simple. I mark my spot in this crazy beautiful autumn day.

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A State of Becoming

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Welcome to the official launch of the Facebook Business Profile of Suzie Biehler Photography.  My photographic trajectory began around age 13 when my Dad became my catalyst for an inspiring path of following the light, the shadows, the action, the moments that fell ever so gracefully though the lens of my camera.

Repeatedly I am nudged by my inner muse that I “become” over and over again.  I muzzle through the passages.  Days I feel on fire – or times when my allusiveness distracts me and I retreat.  The wisdom of age saves me and alerts me a new moment, a new day is imminent.

I’ve been writing this blog for a number of years.  (You can stroll through the archives for a peek).  Due time I step out and show up to you, my friends and new friends and colleagues and family and artists of all mediums.

I encourage you to visit my site, explore, read, be inspired and let me know your favorite image.  This one here is one of mine — it echoes my state of becoming with its rippled textures of pure earth and sea.

Thank you for joining me on this creative wave of exploration.

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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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Good Morning Mid-January

There’s a momentary pause in the rain. Like space in between the words I write. Voids in the day. To be filled or fulfilled. And really, does it matter?

I walked in the rain last night to catch the bus – I needed the almost-mile walk up the blocks dodging puddles and umbrellas and being in the space to catch manna falling from the sky. My body was in heaven giving me thanks for taking it out to stretch, to move, to feel the impact of water.

I’m hydrating more. Realizing how water has an effect on inflammation in the body – we are mostly water – and how simple to know that this one action we can do helps maintain a sense of well being.
1Solstice shotIMG_0210I feel such a strong sense of home when I am near the ocean.  It took me more than 30 years to discover the sea and now, more than 30 years later, I’m unsure how I would manage without it being steps away.

It reflects the sea inside of me and the enormity of possibility and expansion and solace and comfort. The forces are endless. Like rain on my face, I am continually nourished by its bounty.

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Edging into Winter

As the temps slide down I find myself squirming to locate my nestling spot.  There’s so much to do and be done and it’s the holidays and this and that and and…wait stop.  Take a breath.  Been quite the busy year.  And goodness me, I crossed over to a new chapter…marriage.  My love, my anchor, now borders me in ways beyond comprehension and I find myself smiling inside and out.  And, more importantly, the desire to go deeper…in my work, relationships, service, and at the top of the list, my ART.

Daily I point my camera/ phone at even the simplest of subjects.  I allow the motion to keep pushing me forward and hold the vision a new body of work emerges.  I know I am a vessel and my daily practice is to allow the expansion in its own time. And in the interim I just keep toe-stepping to the dance.

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