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The cool air carried the smell of alcohol over the crowded sidewalks. Laughter, release and the midday breeze embraced the streets like a song from an 80’s sitcom . . . where everybody knows your name.
I can judge the moment or . . . trace the light with my lens.
We choose to surrender to this earth and to our inhibitions when it’s convenient and when it’s politically correct. We think we are our own, unique and set apart. Fool.
Adam wore skin.
Eve reached.
Movement speaks in every direction and there is nothing you can do to stop the momentum of your life. Nothing.
Have your opinions. Wear your skin. Move in a direction.
Don’t judge the portrait.
He wore a bandana and he smiled . . . sometimes.
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It was cold and my fingers were numb. Though, the sunlight was beautiful.
I traced the light with my lens.
I heard the fall leaves crackle under my feet as I walked across the faded green lawn. I would pause and let the sun kiss my face.
The American flag clapped and whirled as it hung proudly on the side of a darkly aged brown barn. Remember.
I’m still in the beginnings of tracing light, molding and shaping shadows. Though something in me is reflecting outward. It causes pause.
The portrait is always a portrait. I don’t create it. The image has spoken and continues to speak, with or without me.
My eye does not see, it discovers.
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Some things are not always what they seem. Yet change is a direction worth understanding and light does not lie.
I came here to find an outlet and I discovered a reason. No reason should be left uncovered because it can lead to deeper truth.
It dawned on me that I needed to shift to the left, but I didn’t understand the reason. So I remained where I stood. Who knew.
Reaching for knowledge isn’t like reaching for flower. Or is it? When’s the last time you went hunting for knowledge after being startled awake from your dream?
A poem does not press well in a book. It needs breath. A tongue shall release knowledge like a poem. And a portrait will eventually show truth.
As my lens traces light . . . knowledge will become known.
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Hard work takes you to the moment you’ve been dreaming about. Seek every opportunity, without hesitation and release any anchors.
She had purpose and her focus was set on her intentions. The only thing she abandoned was her fear.
The day was over but the sun was still hot. The smell of the dirt, as it settled to the ground, was familiar and soft.
She knew she was loved.
She knew she loved.
It wasn’t a physical strength that empowered her, it was the passion in her heart.
You can be captivated or you can capture. Chin high, leading with your gut.
The portrait stands. It’s forever. Because I traced the light with my lens.
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Something which would probably upset a great many of people if it were known and made public . . . Truth.
How would you define truth? Brutal honesty: You look fat in those jeans!
I’ve been processing the value of brutal honesty for awhile. As a songwriter I always craved brutal honesty and I never found myself feeling offended by someone’s opinion. I’d rather receive critical feedback over sympathetic lies. But that’s me.
People will ask my opinion about their looks or ideas, songs, blogs, photos or poems . . . and my typical reply is, “Do you want me to answer or answer honestly?” Most respond with, “Just answer.”
My question is this:
Would marriages last longer? Would parents respect their children more? Would prospective employers be more apt to hire you? Would your grandmother disown you? (Thanks for the pink Snuggies, gammy!)
We don’t need to be cruel with our response, but we can practice respectful honesty.
I was approached last year by a team who wanted to collaborate on a song I wrote. I agreed, and when they submitted the production to me I shared my thoughts. I felt they completely missed the essence of the song. It was a very professional recording with brilliant musicianship . . . but there were aspects of the composition that did not sit nicely with the intention of the song.
The musicians seemed so upset at my remarks that they never continued corresponding. I even shared my encouragement to continue the collaborative journey. They abandoned the project.
Do you value brutal honesty in your relationships? What would your knee-jerk reaction be and how would you process the answer?
I seek truth most of the time but sometimes the truth hurts me. The closer I draw to the light of truth in my life, the more I realize my lies, pains and spiritual distance. I need to force myself to take personal inventory and remove the negative aspects from my life. Truth removes the negative when you accept the pains of the lie.
Do the right thing and enjoy truth in Life’s Moments ~
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Her joy led me in as her smile captivated my soul. She was a colorful light and my lens discovered freedom once again.
Run with me again. Sprint to this finish line with zeal upon your heart for life’s race has many colors. Colors that you’ve never realized.
Not because your eyes were closed. Not because your heart was poor. You’re not bound unless you allow yourself to be bound. So let light and color discover you.
She reached down and traced her finger in the dust before deciding to animate it. Her decision created life. Motion is a good thing.
So I traced her light with my lens. A portrait of motion.
Her action was not distracting, it was invigorating because of her smile, because of her heart’s intention.
My intention? This day? You.
The color of grace is boundless.
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