"Chained by her certitude, she is a slave; she has forfeited his freedom.
Only the person who risks is truly free.”
“...she doesn't have to choose between being gentle or being fierce. Both exist in nature and both exist in her. That's ok. She'll know to nourish them both and when applicable, use each unapologetically.”
"Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space, in twilight land, in no man's land, two hurrying shapes met face to face and bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape, shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape, "I only died last night.”
What is the residual energy left over from connections, encounter and relationships when two people meet decades, centuries, millennia ago? Does it exist only in poems, literature, songs and memory? If so, is the kinship somehow still alive?
(From the "Asylum" series, a photographic journey into an abandoned Massachusetts insane asylum built in 1874.)
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.”
From a Creating Your Vision photography workshop at the Attleboro Arts Museum
“I am proud only of those days that pass in
Robert Bly - A Little Book on the Human Shadow
"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."
Iain Thomas - I Wrote This For You
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.