Lyric Essays
Exploring animism, embodiment, deep ecology, vulnerability, and imagination . . .
“Vulnerability is not a weakness, a passing indisposition, or something we can arrange to do without, vulnerability is not a choice, vulnerability is the underlying, ever present and abiding undercurrent of our natural state…in refusing our vulnerability we refuse the help needed at every turn of our existence and immobilize the essential, tidal and conversational foundations of our identity.” —David Whyte 
I stand in a field of bluebells. Something has shifted, something in me has opened, and I am so grateful just to be, to taste the wind, to feel the sudden expanse of sky. I want to create something from this feeling, from this rush of pleasure filling me and erasing me with the distilling wind…I set up my camera to face the bluebells and walk into the frame.
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 Photo Credit: Sven A. Hedin I’m here to heal a wound. I’m here to show my beauty. I’m here because it hurts to be alone. I’m here because I hide my power, because there are parts of myself I hide, parts of myself I shut down. I’m here because the voice I long for is not the one I use in daily life. |
