A classic sunday, coming together and getting S**** done! Building a kitchen in the barn, putting up walls, counter tops, cabinets.. with wood harvested and milled on the land. A well spent day in community. Sharing skills, learning and growing together..
Doing some spring cleaning in my pictures.. I have a few hardrives full of unseen images..
I made a deal with myself that i will post weekly (on tuesday mornings) what i’am finding while cleaning and organising.
I am hopping that from this practice more projects will bloom and clarity will come around my purpose and relationship to photography.
wish me luck and come back for more!
Big up to the 30 volunteers that made this magical evening possible.
So much gratitude..
more words, later..
Alright. So ... blog posting is gently inviting me out of my comfort zone. And that's probably why i often choose images over words to convey emotions, feelings and such. Since school, i always had the belief that i wasn't really good with words. Probably from my writings beingjudged "good or bad" by some ignorant teachers iat school. Before that though, i enjoyed writing and weaving words together to create colorful blankets of stories. On the top of that i am now writing in a language that is not the one i was born and raisedin. I am french and when i first started hanging out with English speakers i would just nod my head and swing my hands as a way tocommunicate. I slowly learnt english and i am now dreaming, thinking, journaling and swearing in english.. To the point that when i go back to France, people ask me where i am from because of my "american' accent in french..????!!! Yeah. Good. Quetion. Where am i from?
That post is about me being on the other side of the lense. I got to model for a live painting class.. It's nice sometime to switch roles and not always stay in that confortable sit that we know so well. So here i am, naked in front of strangers. Surpsingly i felt pretty comfortable and i had fun!
I still had to take some pictures though..
The waters of the land are flowing free after years of drought. I feel the river inside of me rushing, too. Clearing dead logs, and downstream debris i don't need anymore, creating a whole new path, welcoming in a wild array of possibilities.
Today, i pause and reflect on wisdom received from the rivers that have carried me, pulled me under and let me go: the Eel, el Azul, the Futaleufu, the Colorado and, of course, our precious Yuba. My gratitude goes to them. As i am watching the waters move, always downstream, wild and free, i take note for my own self. Learning to trust the flow and not try to exhaust myself swimming upstream. Learning to see the obstacles, take note and keep focusing on the line i want to take. The one that intuitively knows how to move around, over and through the boulders.
Thank you rivers. Thank you Water
Oh what a wild adventure and what a great way to welcome in the new year... We rode car, train, schoolbus, bike and canoe.. within 12 days.. Left home in Nevada city and visited San diego, ca., L.A, Tucson, arizona, Black canyon on the colorado river and the best BAKERSFIELD, ca!!
Climbed untamed mountains, sat by sacred fires, soaked in hotsprings flowing through canyon, float on the colorado river, slept to owl's lullabies, ate campfired food, breakdown on the side of desert roads, slept in bakersfield, ca streets for new year's eve :"/, visited dear friends and familly and said yes to a pretty unknown adventure..
It was good to trust the process. Not be in control of what was gonna happen is usually frustrating for me and this time i decided to trust and see what was gonna happen.. and man, things unfolded pretty beautifully.. Thank you river. Thank you life!
I am Grateful.
Grateful to have found a land and a village of people where i can experience my wholeness. Where i can show up and be myself, let the freak inside of me sing free. Where i let people witness me in vulnerabilty.. Where i find comfort adventuring out of my comfort zone..
That place is sweetly nested by the ocean, Bolinas. the lullaby of the waves, the morning song of the birds...
Thank you Regenerative Design Institute andEcology Of leadership for being my home.