Do what you love

Been re-exploring my love for photography this new year and took a photography class with a friend at the Garfield Park Conservatory. I’m also committed to being more creative and investing myself in doing more of what I love.

I enjoy focusing on vibrant colors, textures and unique patterns. I especially love capturing water–moving or still drops–it reminds me that life is fluid and regenerative and growth is everywhere. I appreciated being surrounded by supportive and inspired folks eager to improve their skills and harness their creativity in this medium.

Here are some of my favorite shots:

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Rain

It’s half past midnight and I keep staring out the window at the bare swaying branches glistening beneath the orange lamp post. I close my eyes and a moment with my daughter earlier in the day replays in my mind. We’re walking in the rain and singing the “rain rain go away” song. Despite the meaning of the song, it’s clear that neither of us want the rain to go away. It’s cold, but soothing and kind of amazing if you really think about it; the way water nourishes the earth, but can cause growth and destruction simultaneously.

She extends her arms out to catch the raindrops in the palms of her hands and tilts her head up to watch them fall. I smile, “You are so brave, little one. You are the ocean in a tiny drop.” Somehow it feels natural to recite poetry to my near 2 year old daughter.We walk inside and she says goodbye to the rain. A testament to her recognition and gratitude in something bringing her joy. I think to myself I will do anything to make sure her spirit is never broken.

When I was younger, I used to watch the rain from the living room window. It would pour down into the street, cars would drive by with their wipers on, people scurried by underneath umbrellas like the rain was something to fear. Water would build up on the side of the road, drops of rain diving into the puddles with lightening in the distance breaking through the clouds. I’d listen to the pitter patter against the awning, feel the thunder rumble inside me and remember that I was still alive.

Listen to the Whispers of your Heart

It will not lead you astray.

I’ve been determined to silence the noise and just listen to what my soul feels/what my heart says. (It’s amazing how the body instinctively knows what you’re feeling before your mind has even begun processing anything.) And it’s been going something like this:

Live life in a big way

Let it all flow through you

Every breath is proof that you’re alive

But not evidence that you’re living

The sum of me is not dictated by you or you or you

I am the sun piercing through hidden spaces

Revealing that light and darkness can coexist

Accepting that sometimes the universe conspires to make you see

That when we begin to hide the parts of ourselves that are dying

It’s when we most need to set ourselves free.