In the still moments I find I am sitting with much grief. Grief has to be the most painful emotional experience of them all, feeling attachment to something we hold dear whilst simultaneously knowing we can not be connected to that anymore. The swirl fleeting between feeling the yearning for and the feeling of loss, of not being able to be connected to the something that is precious to our hearts. It carries an absoluteness to it in its heaviest moments.
Like the energy of a brimming river moving forcibly through the riverbed against what feels like an unyealding earth, giving rise to surges of water pouring free and returning back to its elemental process only to repeat each time it’s faced with resistant terrain. I am both the water and the earth.
Sometimes the earth disappears and I fall.
There are moments, however, downstream where the water is slower, sometimes still and held. In these moments I find I can look around and appreciate the replenishing and aesthetic gifts of nature. I find using my camera to capture my gratitude and appreciation is an outlet for those feelings that no longer have access to their destination.
The lens captures a moment of inner emotion.
Eyes Are The Window To The Soul
~ by vern eaker
“Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start
Be they hazel, green or blue
Black, brown color changing too
Matters not what color they be
They show what one needs to see
Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all to recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes
Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion
To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall”