It suddenly feels very modern and on trend to pass judgement and declare our moral outrage
All in Thoughts
It suddenly feels very modern and on trend to pass judgement and declare our moral outrage
And I've done a lot. Visited new countries and places closer to home. Challenged myself to take more photographs on a regular basis. And, perhaps scariest of all, I have tried to write and see if I could find a voice for myself.
The time between Christmas and the New Year. It's difficult to define. Frequently, it feels as if everything is on hold, almost in limbo, before we restart the clock again in January.
The routines and traditions that so often remind us of our parents and our own childhood. A rare opportunity to remember a world that seems more innocent and so much kinder than how we live now.
For us, there were inevitably tears during and after the film, based around our empathy for the family and also on our own personal experience of suicide.
It’s no bad thing to remember and understand that happiness is achievable and within our grasp, whatever the timing or circumstances.
A shaft of light breaks through the canopy and shines like a spotlight on ground-cover plants that will soon be gone, their last hurrah before hibernations embrace.
We sat under the trees after hours on our feet, tired, thirsty and just a little irritable, as naïve tourists have a habit of being in warm countries.
Walk the streets more often. That would be my advice to anyone wanting to open their eyes and to see beneath the surface of their normal, everyday world.
We talk about composition and narrative. The use of subtleties and vagaries, encouraging depth and intrigue.
It feels like the others are just that little bit further ahead of me these days, or at least, that's how it seems when I decide to take notice.
There are times when you can feel the stress of everyday life just slipping away. Slowly, gradually, leaving your mind and body and allowing you to breathe again and relax.
We have had no rain here for seven or eight weeks. Probably longer. It's almost impossible to remember the last time it rained.
The posts on the blog will tell you that there were good times. But I also tried to share some of the challenging moments and use the writing process to try to help me understand what was happening and why.
I feel as if I have a high definition, ultra-clear awareness of my mortality for the first time.