Today I revisited some of my old photos. Doing so was a little bit like walking down memory lane. I decided to show you some old summer images from my early days of photography along with the composite photo above which was one of the first composites I made.
Summer Days
And I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes and poems in between images.
“It sounds so simplistic, that there’s this one thing that is the cure for all unhappiness. But when you go deep inside yourself and you find what is truest for you, that is the source of your peace, your joy, your happiness, your direction in life. When you move away from what you deeply know to be true and you split from your integrity—so now you’re not one thing, but two: the thing you believe and the thing you think you should do—that happiness can’t come through. And all that’s necessary to heal that is to find your own truth and begin to live in harmony with it. And all the psychological suffering goes away.”
— Martha Beck, The Way of Integrity
The places we are seen and heard are holy places.— Rachel Naomi Remen
Bird FeederApproaching seventy, she learns to live,at last. She realizes she has notaccomplished half of what she struggled for,that she surrendered too many battlesand seldom celebrated those she won.Approaching seventy, she learns to livewithout ambition: a calm lake face, nota train bound for success and glory. Forthe first time, she relaxes her hands on thecontrols, leans back to watch the coming end.Asked, she’d tell you her life is made out ofthe things she didn’t do, as much as thethings she did do. Did she sing a love song?Approaching seventy, she learns to livewithout wanting much more than the light inthe catbird window seat where, watching thevoracious fist-sized tweets, she hums along.— Marilyn Nelson
Walk slowly
It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgment drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
were born for. As many times as I
forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.
— Danna Faulds
The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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