notes from a creative life …
July 2, 2014 Yesterday, I shared my commitment to take a single daily photograph of my body that I could honestly see as beautiful. Today, I found the beauty caught in early morning light stabbing through the blinds… ❤ This post is part of a series. To start at the beginning, click here.
July 1, 2014 Friends: more than a decade ago, I accomplished the hardest thing I have ever done when I recovered from a longtime eating disorder. Since then, my relationship with my body has been like too many marriages of about the same age: healthy, but not always happy. Content, but not always joyous. Over […]
A few days ago, I promised to unveil a new project today … One that was vulnerable. One that scared me. This is it. * Almost a year ago, I found myself in a kind of a rut. I’d been recovered from an on-again, off-again eating disorder for more than a decade by then. I […]
I’ve been quiet for more than a week here — maybe you noticed. I needed that time to step away … to sink into silence. Sometimes I need silence the way so many good green things need winter — maybe you know what I mean. Not long ago, I mentioned that I’ve been mulling a new project […]
Oh Lord, teach me to see this town with loving eyes … when the snow lies clean on every limb, and when it clogs the sidewalk, soot-scuffed black. when I am surrounded by ones I love, and when I am trudging the white trail alone. when I am surrounded and still alone — give me love, then most […]
You find yourself in a windowless room — the walls crumbling plaster, gray. (I know this because I am there too). You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but you know it’s been a long time, because there’s a hunger in the back of your eyes: for color, light — carmine, sun-yellow, cobalt. Your body is stiff, hunched, the bones nearly bent. The ceiling is […]
I go down to the river with my camera. The water is slowing to ice but the shoreline is still wet, the grass flecked with drops like diamonds. Maybe tears. I get down on my knees and part the dead rushes, brown tufts, looking for green. I am thinking of a certain kindred spirit, who has been […]
It might sound obvious, but whenever I look at my favorite photographs or paintings, I have the confident sense that they mean something … I’m just not really sure what. It’s the peripheral-vision pull of it — the feeling that something important is just out of reach — that attracts me. (I’m much less interested in things I’m sure […]
… This plain-faced, ordinary world is full of magic: Tree Shadows, Roanoke, Va Hope you stumble over some everyday beauty today… ❤
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * I find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]
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