Sunday, May 20, 2012
Burning Man sounds good. Hang-gliding, too. I swear, ever since I pulled every single thing out of my closet and held it up to the light, things are looking clearer. We are moving, we are changing. I am throwing away old photos and recordings, the paper trails, the acceptance letters.
Last night I dreamt I was with a rescue team. We had to take a helicopter to the disaster. I gave myself three seconds to decide whether to balk at the airlift, or go with it. I chose to leave my fear on the ground. Anyway, what kind of helicopter drops its load, when lifting an ambulance into position? We landed just fine, and my team never knew my doubts. Last week, in waking life, I applied the same thinking to a routine blood draw. I'm phobic about my veins. I faint, I kick. I decided not to warn the phlebotomist. First time. I focused on normalcy. Be strong, handle your shit. It worked. The phlebotomist talked about his wood-working hobby. I said "have a nice day," and made it to my car without screaming. Later, I danced.
We are walking, on. Through and into change. We get to decide when it's time to let go. xox
Posted by Lis at 8:18 AM
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Self portraits taken today for Rewriting the Story. The assignment was to play with blur and focus--blurring things that might normally be your focus, focusing on things that wouldn't. I was a little stumped about how to control the focus while using a remote (which automatically focuses the camera). I could have set the focus manually and then set the self timer, but really--ten seconds to clamber around too many branches or climb past brambles to perch on a fallen tree? In a delicate, filmy dress? Yeah, not happening. So I messed around with making things "blurry" in one way or another during editing.
The blur interests me on levels I have no energy to delve into right now. I've been sick the past couple of days, and I have other posts stewing in my brain, but I can't write those now either. (It's amazing I managed to get any photos done.) But sometimes, I just like to come here and check in. Or reach out. Make a mark somehow.
Posted by Amy at 11:48 PM