Everything. is. going. to. be. OK.
I choose to focus on hope. I choose to focus on light. I choose to see colour where it’s easier to see black and white. What do you choose dear friends?
Those very words accompany me every time I go upstairs Hung on my mantel wall They’re last thing I see before going to bed I choose a written line every night on the way to my bedroom, I use that same line as a guide, the following day As they are words to live by In […]Read Post ›
I used to go out with my camera every day I used to get on long nature walks, capture my neighbourhood through my viewfinder It’s been so long… I used to feel the weight on my camera on my chest I used to see beauty in spider webs covered in dew It’s been so long… […]Read Post ›
This daily blogging challenge turned out to be the perfect way for me to get back into a somewhat regular creative routine. Learning once more to pay close attention to my inner whisper, is a challenge. I also see that what I took for granted needs to be learned anew. My words are timid and […]Read Post ›
A late bloomer under the rain, shares its beauty May your Sunday be filled with so much beauty dear friends
What are your thoughts on this? Do you agree? I know I do P.S: I apologize for the short post, tomorrow’s will be a long story…Promised
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. Gustave Flaubert I am still very much in awe of my whole writing experience. The actual exercise of getting back to regular posting is starting to become familiar […]Read Post ›
I remember jotting down those answers a few years ago and coming back to them today, I’m amazed to see that they still ring true. Care to play with me? If so share your answers in the comments, only if you feel like it dear friend. No pressure What’s your favourite childhood memory? Being huddled […]Read Post ›
I took this challenge to write more. To make my fingers tip tap on the keyword Hoping they’ll remember the familiar dance of blogging. So far it’s been mostly about images, my second love. It will take time to make myself visible It will take time to let myself be vulnerable And I know for a […]Read Post ›
She is like a revolving light-house pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy. Henry James, “Washington Square,” 1880 Do you feel this way sometimes dear friends? I know I do…