Frances, I love the reflective tones in your writing. I too am experiencing the reemergence of the land herself pulling me outside. Now that I've written those words, it feels like a call to come home, a remembering of communion. Does communion stop simply because my sense of "I-ness" forgets? Just looking at your recent images, which are filled with color and energy - the fire-lit salamander leaps off the screen and into my heart - makes me want to place my feet in the Rio Grande, even though I doubt its droughted depths would reach my ankles. This is where and when I think we have the capacity - in the midst of physical or spiritual drought - to imagine ourselves as becoming the river.. and the air entwined in it... and the earth containing it... and the fire pushing it. --- thank you
Thank you so much for reading, Susan! I feel that call to come home a lot, I feel like I am often just stumbling towards trying to understand what home is in our bodies, and in place. I hope you are able to get to the Rio Grande soon!
I felt spoken to by your points about seeing yourself through the camera and allowing the seasons to direct your creativity. It makes sense that photographs would help combat your depersonalization because they show you as you really are, or at least as close to that as you can get. And the desire to have the desire to be creative is such a timeless struggle. It's hard to allow yourself to go through periods of creative drought. But kudos to you for doing it.
Thanks, Zach <3 I feel like it is less allowing, and more recognizing that it isn’t something I can, or should control. I trust in the process-creativity has been a part of my life since I can remember, so really I don’t have much of a doubt that I’ll return to expressing myself in some capacity, whether that is photography, writing, drawing, or smaller expressions in my daily life.
Frances, I love the reflective tones in your writing. I too am experiencing the reemergence of the land herself pulling me outside. Now that I've written those words, it feels like a call to come home, a remembering of communion. Does communion stop simply because my sense of "I-ness" forgets? Just looking at your recent images, which are filled with color and energy - the fire-lit salamander leaps off the screen and into my heart - makes me want to place my feet in the Rio Grande, even though I doubt its droughted depths would reach my ankles. This is where and when I think we have the capacity - in the midst of physical or spiritual drought - to imagine ourselves as becoming the river.. and the air entwined in it... and the earth containing it... and the fire pushing it. --- thank you
Thank you so much for reading, Susan! I feel that call to come home a lot, I feel like I am often just stumbling towards trying to understand what home is in our bodies, and in place. I hope you are able to get to the Rio Grande soon!
I felt spoken to by your points about seeing yourself through the camera and allowing the seasons to direct your creativity. It makes sense that photographs would help combat your depersonalization because they show you as you really are, or at least as close to that as you can get. And the desire to have the desire to be creative is such a timeless struggle. It's hard to allow yourself to go through periods of creative drought. But kudos to you for doing it.
Thanks, Zach <3 I feel like it is less allowing, and more recognizing that it isn’t something I can, or should control. I trust in the process-creativity has been a part of my life since I can remember, so really I don’t have much of a doubt that I’ll return to expressing myself in some capacity, whether that is photography, writing, drawing, or smaller expressions in my daily life.