to conclude my trip down photography lane i got to shoot with this wonderful lady. on my way home after a creative and inspiring afternoon full of honest and genuine conversation i became overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude and admiration for all the brave and beautiful people who were willing to let me capture their essence. let mee see into their soul. who shared a little piece of their lives, their minds and beings with me. i met so many talented and kind and incredibly intricate and inspiring souls. i feel so humbled and it is my only and dearest wish to show them what i see. to allow them to look at themselves through my eyes. in all their breathtaking, groundbreaking, earthshaking beauty and realness. i really, genuinely hope that i have been able to do so. even if it's just for a sliver of a second. i wish to lift that self depricating, critisizing, judging veil most people are under. i want them to see what's behind those lingering curtains of perfectionist smoke. bodies are simple shells, enveloping and carrying what and who we are. they're plain and simple and yet unique and complex and multidimensional. a beautiful soul can make any body a wonderful body. and i've seen nothing but wonderful bodies carrying wonderful souls lately. thank you. all of you. i'm so happy to be doing what i do.
These last waves of winter cold have been harsh and tough to bare. But nonetheless the days are longer, the sun reaches its rays and caresses my face and shoulders tenderly. Almost warm again. Birds chirp early in the morning and though they hang their heads currently - the first buds of spring are blossoming. And so am I. So am I. I am hanging my head low, I am bracing myself, fearing the biting storms, the flurries of snow, the spiraling blows of icy wind. But underneath the surface I am blossoming, waiting to poke my head through this layer of dirt and earth. Six days ago, the first of march the moon shone bright, baring its silver, gleaming belly, round and full. In eleven days, on the seventeenth, the day before I leave, this magical orb of midnight grace will be new. It’s perfect, really, all in alignment. I can breathe. I can trust. I can let the world turn, let myself turn, dig my way out of the dirt and I won’t have to worry. It will all work out just fine. It will be okay. The twentieth of march, two days after I arrive in Bangkok it will be the first day of spring. The spring equinox. I will greet the new season with 120 sun salutations. I will breathe and sync my body with the tides of my energy. I will flow. Then, on the 31st of march the moon will be full, yet again and I will be exactly where I am supposed to be. I will climb out of the dark earth, shake off the clumps of dark matter, stretch up and out to the moon, bathe in its liquid light and I will breathe salty, briny, saline sea air. Fill my lungs, my body, my being with newness, fullness. I can see it in front of my eyes. I will live underneath the moon, the sun, the stars. Saturate my being with their warmth, their light, the whispering songs they sing. The whispers of the universe.
favourite new linen dress favourite necklace favourite plant and favourite basket thing (found it in my local thrift store for 50 cents) 🌱
i'm on the metro, holding onto the cool, iron of one of the benches with one hand, a book in the other. i read and get lost in other worlds. i almost miss my stop. right before the doors close i snap out of that dreamy state and jump out of the wagon, landing on the side of my right foot, stumbling away from the now moving train. i scan the platform only to find that nobody saw me. nobody was paying attention. everyone was living their lives. and i sigh. i gather my things, my thoughts and myself. i start walking. i start dreaming. i start wondering. my mind always at a hundred places at once. more comfortable every day. cause nobody is paying attention and we're all just living our lives. good lives. okay lives. clumsily stumbling our way ahead. forth goes the road. forth go we. venture onwards. go.