People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the… Read More
Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground.
I look way too put together in this photo, as though I were heading off for a job interview in a corporate office. Someone needs to mess up my straight hair. I’m much more dishevelled than this image portrays.
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas.
You, who have left behind the confusion of your youth, now stare at a future shorter than your past. You hear the call of the desert, the relentless beating of the hot sun, the crisp dry sand beneath your feet.
I see taking a self-portrait as something that counteracts the ‘inner gaze’. By taking a photo of a moment frozen in time, we are given the opportunity to view ourselves from the outside — to contemplate the ordinary and familiar as a work of art, and a thing of unique beauty.
Today it feels self indulgent and vain to flood my blog with pictures of myself. Why would anyone want to look at them?
I’ve always been a fish ~ I love the water and the feel of sand between my toes. If I could be anything, I’d be a mermaid.
This is the first time I’ve had long hair in my adult life, except for when I grew it long for my wedding a hundred years ago and got it cut off the week after. As someone who isn’t acquainted with long hair, I’ve discovered a few things I didn’t know.
I think I’ve been trying too hard. So this morning I got up and took a photo without doing anything to myself at all.
I hated every single photo I took today. I don’t know if it was my hair, or the way I was feeling, but I just look bloated and old in every frame.
The internet has been buzzing about Renee Zellweger’s plastic surgery. This flurry of commentary has made me think about my own opinions.
I see so much beauty in the world, sometimes so much I worry that I’ll explode from the joy it brings. But when it comes to myself … not so much.
