Self Portrait #499

I take many self-portraits. My favorite photographer asked me what I was trying to capture here.

What was I trying to capture?

What did I capture?

In this particular moment I had no where to be, no emails to response to, no disputes to settle, no brainstorming sessions- nothing.

I’m thankful for the responsibilities that I have chosen to take on but damn, it feels good to put it on pause for a moment.

I was remembering to just be. The sunshine was out and the breeze was blowing. Freshly washed and styled hair and my makeup free face amplified deep feelings of clear headedness or the clarity of mind I felt… feel.

Clarity – my favorite kind of charity. *Laughs

The abstract pattern the shadows casted on the wall made me think of my own journey. I am identifying and breaking my own patterns of darkness in efforts to make space and further open my heart to the light, creating my own abstracted pattern of varying hues of internal illumination. They need each other, the rays of light and darkness, for contrast and interest.

It’s my responsibility to manage my inner light and I do, with the help of earthly and heavenly guidance. ( Thank y’all kindly. *smiles wide)

What was I trying to capture here?

What did I capture here?

I captured my wholeness in every sense of the verb.

From the inter webs via The New Oxford American Dictionary

Writer’s Note: I wrote example sentences to each meaning of the word capture- it felt divine and maybe I’ll circle back and share another time. O and yes- Happy Valentine’s Day mothacluckas.



Vision

Bravely and butt nekkid from the balcony of their airBandB she shouted, “I am a sensual woman!!”

Her king laughed as he watched in admiration from his perch on their borrowed bamboo bed.

His queen turned to him and they shared a smile as she Bankhead bounced in slow-mo.

Writer’s note: Yes. Nekkid.


Goodbye Robotic Love

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Robotically she loved you till her circuits were fried

She had tried to love you- to stay true

But for you, she was not built

Can not compute
Can not compute

Sang her rose gold heart

So she had to reboot restart

Her frequencies had changed

Freed from robotic love her rose gold heart sang

True only to her own expansion

It was time to indulge in elevated love of self and everything else

Art:

Tiffany Moon

Golden Hearted, 2017

Acrylic and oil pen on canvas paper

8in x 10in