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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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Landscape of a summer beach

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I felt the air stream guiding over the exposed part of my tummy as I luxuriated on the sand.  80 plus degrees in San Francisco – a rare treat and it was edging up to Summer Solstice.  David was snoozing.  He was in recovery from life twists and turns and sleep soothed his restlessness.   Me, well I was in that space where stillness seemed to rock the outskirts and the insides of my being.

My breaths were deeper.  My actions had a new layer of kindness – for myself and others.

I closed my eyes.  Distant voices.  One man person pontificating to his somewhat inattentive family.

I was drifting.  The breeze woke me as the sun beamed on my bare belly.  Moments that one can find only on the beach.  There’s a joy smoldering in this landscape.  It’s pure.  I feel the oneness and the community of others in for simple frolic, bright sunlight and sand.  Kids seem to be at their best drooling in the sand with toys as tools guiding them to deeper depths.

yep, only at the beach.

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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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W A T E R

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It’s wake up time.  Our precious resource of water is in danger of disappearing.  I admit I love my baths.  I think harder about how much I fill the tub and how long my shower is.  We are being called to a higher task – globally  – and how we, as global collective, can impact this most serious threat.

I shoot water all the time.  It draws me to unknown places of intrigue and delight.  From this point forward as I look at water, as I point my camera, as my hands turn it on to wash a dish — I purposely intend to use it consciously and respectfully.

 

 

 

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