flying a red eye... in horrible turbulence for 6 hours...major thumbs down.
today woke to sunshine, got kids off to school and shared breakfast with friends.
i am so happy to be here safe in my little bubble of home. my husband is so encouraging with questions and open ears for my stories from camp. my kids are more than generous with great hugs and "i missed you mommy", but something has shifted since camp. seriously feeling like i was cracked open there and now i am unsure how to put it all back together, or if i even want to. lucky for me my hubby "gets it". he listens and nods to the powerful stories i have shared with him. (thank god he gets it) but now i feel strange. unbalanced. in between.
like i mentioned before, camp was so not about the photography for me, but the coming together, the connecting, the stripping away of layers, exposing fears, getting real, seeing and being seen. there were beautiful words shared each day. poems, soulfully selected for our eager ears and read to us by the beautiful Myriam. (i wish she were here to read me a poem today. and tomorrow. and the day after that. you get the picture. i am missing that soul food she gave us so freely) so while i float a bit in this in between space i will share one of those beautiful poems here with all of you. perhaps you need these words too.
by David Whyte
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has goneno part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the darkwhere the night has eyesto recognize its own.
There you can be sureyou are not beyond love.
The dark will be your wombtonight.
The night will give you a horizonfurther than you can see.
You must learn one thing:the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worldsexcept the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweetconfinement of your aloneness
anything or anyonethat does not bring you aliveis too small for you.