International Day of the Midwife
P.S. to make a long story short, this is how I have been getting out of the house and out of my head. Photographing births and working as a doula. It has been a long time coming.
Love how life works and invites things in.
05 May 2014
02 May 2014
as much as i was blue, i knew i wasn't deeply depressed as i craved life too much. but i found myself lonely. and that this loneliness was interfering with my ebb and flow of life; the how of what i wrote, and how i perceived things; i found that my desire for a colorful life was slowly fading into forgotten and flimsy cardboard boxes. and i could see it all unfolding:
i was alice through the looking glass -an aging alice, and my wrinkles were the dancing lines of the jabberwocky; and it was there i saw that no matter what i did, one day my bones would be dust and the imprints i made on this earth would blow away with the wind.
so i knew that i needed more human interaction. the face to face kind, the laugh until your belly hurt kind, the talk too much and then sit next to each other in silence kind. but los angeles, with all of its millions of people, can be just as lonely as an empty desert plain, so it became clear to me, i would have to go out, push myself up off the couch, ease myself up out of bed and go find humanity.
01 May 2014
here, as meaning my life outside of this blog.
but the flip side is that i miss being here, in this space, where i have built a small web of friends.
we have all shared so many stories together. we have shared dreams and broken hearts.
i was in nyc, helping my sister-in-law, as she and her husband brought their first baby into the world. (more on that later)
i leave this post, not as a goodbye, but as new "hello's"& the new breath of life.
so: hello may! hello stories! hello life and hello love. hello friends, i have missed you.
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