Dear Beautiful Reader, The other day I was thinking about you, of your beautiful face illuminated by the blue screen of your computer, perhaps with a cup of coffee beside you, soaking in the words that I continue to write. I thought about how you continue to come back, sometimes lurking, sometimes leaving a comment…
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I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up tight around my face, my nose just barely peeking out so I was able to breathe. It was shallow and quick. My emotions were flooding me, almost to the point of overflowing with tears. I held them back and willed myself to sleep. Sleep came, but…
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Hi Lesley, it’s quite a relief for me to read that I’m not the only one who’s sometimes struck by these feelings (even to the point that I feel creatively paralyzed) Sometimes it seems as if all of those ‘others’ who do seem so much better (especially at those down moments) never wrestle with such feelings.
You probably know by now that I’m a big fan of you and your work, and feel inspired by it. Ironically enough, that makes you ‘the other’ when I’m in a down moment. Yet when I hear that you (and probably all of the ‘others’) are sometimes struck by the same ‘episodes’ it shows me that it’s a part of the road to becoming a better photographer, not a road block that keeps you from it.
I know quite whell how hard it must be to share this experience with the world. Nonetheless, you do it and keep doing it. I can absolutely applaud you for it.
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I was having these exact same feelings just a few days ago! They come and go for me…it’s tough sometimes! Glad to know I’m not the only one going through this kinda stuff 🙂 I miss you dear friend! I miss our work dates! I miss shooting with you! Hang in there 🙂 You are FABULOUS! You are an amazingly talented photographer, and I admire you in so many ways! Love you girl!ReplyCancel
A glass of rosé wine sits on the coffee table next me, enjoyed almost to it’s last sip, while I type frivolously on my laptop. So many thoughts, so many emotions; good ones, ones that set my passions on fire. I’ve been meeting and talking with so many supportive and encouraging women that I feel…
I saw them every time I went to the grocers or to the market. On my way to sit in a coffee shop. Any time I left my house, they were there. Waiting, longing, begging for me to take them home. Once, I gave in and tried them on. They were perfect! Gosh, just perfect….
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My favorite flowers 🙂 what a sweet post!
Hi Lesley … thanks for the flowers – they are beautiful. Remind me of ones just like them we had in our garden when I was growing up. I miss you guys 🙂 We have one more day in Asia before we come home and then we can catch up again!
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