The morning sun presses into the room without waiting to be invited. It does not knock, or use a door, or worry whether it will be welcomed. It simply pushes in, through each crack and hole and opening, as if it already knows that it belongs… …And so it does. ❤
Tag: photography
A Backward Glance, in Black & White …
The New Year comes in cold: the air brittle and white. Empty. And perhaps it sounds strange, but for now, I like the emptiness, and I’m in no hurry to fill it. My friends rush back and forth announcing resolutions — buying sneakers and juicers and gym memberships. And hear me: those things are beautiful, too. This […]
The Body Electric: Day Sixteen
This evening, I asked T if he would take a few simple, spontaneous photographs with me … Not all of us, of course. Just our hands: And at first, I think he felt like the whole thing was a little strange… But then this happened: Sometimes, the photos say it all. ❤
The Body Electric: Day Fourteen
This evening, I stand in the kitchen and chop. And saute. And stir. And smile. There are friends coming for dinner, and that makes me happy. These days, food makes me happy, too. * There was a time in my life where food didn’t make me happy. In fact, I was downright afraid of it. […]
The Body Electric: Day Thirteen {the Dark Edition}
It occurs to me today that December is just … dark. I don’t mean that it’s emotionally dark. I mean that it’s literally dark. Because as December deepens, there’s less and less daylight for me to wander out in the woods, thinking and dreaming and breathing and shooting and writing. On days like today, the only […]
The Body Electric: Day Eleven
Today, a little pre-Christmas miracle alights on our small valley — because suddenly, right smack-dab in the middle of the Christmas season, a warm wind blows in and the temperatures climb to nearly eighty degrees. I go out for a long walk, feeling strangely naked in shirtsleeves and flip-flops. I walk through neighborhoods festooned with wreaths […]
The Body Electric: Day Nine
Once upon a time, I was a little uncomfortable owning such a great-big pair of eyes. If you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ve probably at some point seen my tiny Gravatar photo and realized that my eyes aren’t just big — they’re gigantic. And the trouble with that is you can generally spot what I’m […]
The Body Electric: Day Eight
I don’t know when exactly it happened, but somewhere in the course of my 34 years, I accepted the idea that most of my clothes would be uncomfortable. These days, I have a closet full of five-inch stilettos, nipped-waist pencil skirts and close-cut clothing in rough, hard-finish fabrics. And most of the time I’m completely fine with […]
The Body Electric: Day Seven
You would think it would be easy by now — that seeing my own magic would feel as natural as breathing. But there are still days when it’s work… Days when I look at the mirror and see myself fading, and believe the lie that this makes me less: Less valuable. Less powerful. Less human. On those days, I turn […]
The Body Electric: Day Six
I’ve always been a woman with nervous hands. The rest of my body is still and graceful by nature — balletic, after all these years. But I wear my tension in my hands, which are always folding and unfolding, pulling and smoothing and clenching and unclenching, as if engaged in an eternal game of […]
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