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The revealing message of my out-of-focus landscape

Liminal.

I discovered this word several years ago and it keeps circling back to me.  It helps me put a name to the fluctuations of my mood and my being. I bend far in one direction, catch myself, reassess, and then shift to another reality.

Liminal.  It comes from the Latin root, limen, which means “threshold.”

For me, it’s the process of being in free float – open and airy, free to be however I wish. There is no negative to my positive.  It just is.  

I treasure the photographs I take “in the liminal.” I admit it’s the work in my computer darkroom that trails me into that abstract arena. My brain takes a side step and my eyes – my vision — are front and center. I’m guided by what my photograph could be as I allow expansion in this ethereal technological space where color goes into all sorts of visionary explosions. Here, in this open field, is where new images surface.

How timely during this pandemic, to be open to new awarenesses, even if they surface in abstract form. I wake up and do a daily body check.  I stretch my physical being to see where pains might surface as I scan my emotional being for heart tugs. As I do this it helps me recalibrate so I can support my mental state through mindful meditation and writing. Then, my brain is fresh for the day.

I am privileged to have my camera as my accomplice during this tumultuous time. When I gaze on this landscape of ocean and trees, I envision all sorts of possibilities. And later in the darkroom, a new form begins to emerge as I react to color and shape, giving birth to a new visual.

My devoted comrades — my tools– my camera and my techno darkroom, work in unison with my inner guidance nudging me to move towards this threshold of an unknown trail.

Truly, I feel transformation in the liminal.

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Being Okay with the In-betweens of Spring

Spring has so many different faces. This morning the sky is not quite ominous due to streaks of light coming forward to frame parts of my vista.

I am learning – goodness me – over and over again – to experience the complexities of my life on different levels.  Perhaps that it because I rise and fall and wallow in the in-betweens and then shift and move again in a new direction.

The rumbles are part of the big messy-like picture – and my mirror is spring with its unpredictability.  It echoes the curvatures of my inner landscape.

All I need do is buckle up for the ride.

And continue to recalibrate so I may dive deeper in a new arena with the knowledge that creativity is my arsenal of pure energy.  I need only to tap it gently to get the wheels in motion.

Life is fascinating in a myriad of ways. Probably my biggest lesson of late is the companion of my breath and its miraculous powers to settle me. (take five)

We’re in for rocky rides these days. My camera shoots what it will and sometimes it’s a blur of unsettledness and I know when I witness the image I just shot,  it is a container of currents awakening me to new tunes.

And so is this season of Spring.

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And into the New Year….

So much chatter going on these days in all areas of our world.  I read the other day how important it is to sharpen our “response abilities.”    Respond in a fashion that takes us to a different place rather than reacting right away.  It’s so easy to just react.   I find I’m hitting that pause button more and more.

The ocean is such an anchor for me. I give so much gratitude for being able to witness the mighty sea at almost any day I choose.  And it helps remind me to be okay with all the changes.  There’s an ebb and flow to everything.   I grab my camera and just go.

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