There are days when I look and everything around me seems so fragile. The dried veins of fallen leaves browning, crackling under my feet. Everything changing rapidly and not for the easier. This is the season, it seems, of white knuckling and holding on tight and praying please please please let me get through this one alright. With any shred of grace, dear Universe, please and thank you please and thank you please and thank you.
Work is consuming in a way that is as predictable as the calendar, and yet here I am wondering how I will make it through and if past success is any guarantee of future performance. Some of my most sacred relationships seem on the brink of disintegrating like the autumn leaves and I don't know how to stay present to that when running away or lashing out seem more satisfying. This season of thanksgiving and richness leaves me feeling scared and humbled.
I have been gone from here partly because time has been scarce and partly because I couldn't think of anything nice, or at least well-put, to say. This is a loss for me, this space sitting dormant, and more broadly the connections I share here and the satisfaction of putting words together in a way that pleases me. I trust the path to my computer and this place will open again and I will find my way back.
In the meantime I give myself one gift, even though it doesn't always feel like one: I'm back to a picture a day. I promised myself that I wouldn't put pressure to blog it, so you can find it here if you're so inclined. In this season of scarce light and attention I try not to get hung up on the questions that plague me, like what do I shoot? and is that good enough? and can't you think of anything besides Ezra to take a picture of? I hope that when this time of scarcity and transition passes I'll have more space to address these questions. In the meantime, I shoot, and not always artfully. But I know that owning this practice will ultimately help me move through this hard part. If there is to be a shred of grace on the other side of this, I know the practice is what will help me maintain contact.