Tag: #mindfulpause
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Avoid.
We avoid speaking of the things that make us uncomfortable, the things that don’t sit right in our heads. The things our hearts will break from if we say them out loud. We avoid the difficult conversations. We avoid the ugly truth.
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F#@* Off Fight or Flight.
As if life came flat packed, ready to be assembled. And we buy it, even though we all know about the unhelpful instructions and the misplaced tools. And so despite our best efforts, we’re still confronted with the awkward messiness of it all. ~ Simone B’Free.
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Support for the project
The blog continues to evolve, as does my relationship to the project and my purpose for pursuing it. What began as a cathartic, and somewhat explosive, release and redirection of energy, has shifted into a grounded, soulful flow of experience and reflection as further growth occurs.
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Patterns of transition – part 2
The journey I, my self, am on. It is spiritual, not professional. This is the pull of the #greatresignation. This is the wake up call so many now heed.
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Flowing: momentum and the present moment.
I have been sitting with my own patterns, the ebbs and flows, the ups and downs. I realise I experience suffering when not in flow. When my motivation and energy and focus are not aligned, I become anxious and at times, depressed.
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Being (Album #3)
These images reflect the emerging sense of liberation and my growing comfort with showing up as myself. They reflect the confidence that comes form the strength built on loving your self, mind, body and soul. They reflect an increasing irreverence for social norms and the expectations placed on me by colonialist paternalism. In light and shadow, I experimented with balance and boundaries.
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The Photographic Journey to here
“To lose confidence in one’s body is to lose confidence in oneself” ~ Simone de Beauvoir. I started looking for myself in places where I knew I’d seen me before. I thought perhaps there would be clues left behind, or perhaps I’d get lucky and find I was still there. In yoga. I saw my shape, my body, the crafting of age telling a story of it’s own. In the garden I saw the crone, smiling as she welcomed me home. The witch standing close behind, ever sultry and full of sass…
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Being shot by an other
The next set of photos I share (next post) will be those I very first shared online with a community of naturists (and some others…). As I share the various albums I have created for this project, I will toggle back and forth between reflection on now and then. I will share where I was at in my journey when the photo was taken, what I saw in the image at the time, and if anything has changed. As well, I will check in regularly with a mindful pause, an update of where things are at with the project real time and a few new pics as the opportunities to collaborate with more experienced artists emerge and unf
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A noticing (and a mindful pause).
As the role identity, Dr Shari Read, the ambitious, young, female academic, continues to fragment, I notice her strengths, her character, her conviction, being re-assigned to new or newly dominant aspects of self.
