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Okay, yes, that’s me in my mother’s arms a few days out of the hospital.  I won’t tell you how long ago. But I will share this essay, just published in Talking Writing Magazine.  People sometimes ask why do I write about a leaf blowing in the wind or photograph a sliver of light.  This essay helps to explain the why of it all.  Enjoy.

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… captured in leaves, on petals and upon the surface of a few other items in the kitchen.

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At least that’s what I saw as the sky darkened before a storm.

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Last night I stood in the kitchen, trimming the sage, snipping dead thyme and bundling dry lavender branches.  It kept my hands busy as I talked with a friend.  In the end I tossed the litter haphazard on a white piece of paper that just happened to be on the table.  In the morning I rose, drank my coffee and prepared to sketch out my day.  And then of course I glanced at the paper, at the textures and colors, the shadows in transit… what could I do but run to get my camera?   A few more leaves crushed, petals pulled from various nooks, colored paper unfolded, an old bird’s nest found …  and somehow my morning became special.

 

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… I gave myself permission to play around with the flowers.

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A short break in the kitchen with a few herbs, spices and small squares of Japanese paper.

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In sorting through photos for various projects, I came across a cache of purple.  Now I have the urge to buy some purple marbles at the toy store, an eggplant and some grapes from the farmer’s market, and maybe pick up some purple paint chips from the hardware store.  Who knows what purples may appear in the near future.  Maybe I’ll even photograph a purple crayon. 😉

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“Sometimes we do not know what we know until it comes through the soles of our feet, the embrace of a tender lover, or the kindness of a stranger.  Touching the truth with our minds alone is not enough.  We are made to touch it with our bodies.”  — Barbara Brown Taylor in An Altar in the World

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