Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Wild Mind


Remember the baker's twine I mentioned at Thanksgiving?  Well, here's mine in the photo above, and as you can see, it's still at loose ends.  That's fine with me.  Nothing is done or nearly done on my list, and yet I took time today to take and process photos.  It felt good to set up shots, think about light and mood and cropping.  I didn't have room in my head for worry.  I was in my working wild mind.  I go there for photos and for writing; I don't let anything in the outside world touch that part of me.  It's too precious.  You know when people ask what you'd grab first in the case of a house fire?  Besides the kitties and Mr. Magpie, I'd be happy if my body and my wild mind made it out intact.  

It's not exactly my brain that I mean.  My brain's part of it, I suppose, but it's my gut, too, and probably my heart.  And other parts I can't define.  I don't talk about this with many people--just the writers that I help to craft their poems and stories and letters and thoughts, and the people closest to me, the ones who don't mind when I get that absent look on my face in the middle of supper or someone's birthday party right when it's time for candles and cake.  I don't mean to be antisocial or rude.  It just happens.  I smell the scent of cinnamon or catch a glimpse of a book on a shelf that I read in 1982, and I'm gone . . . back to my wild mind for however long it takes.  I'm sharing this with you because I know you get it.  You go there, too, I bet.  You call it something different, but you can't imagine living without it, and that is why we've found each other. 



9 comments:

  1. danke für die tollen bilder!!! liebe grüße von angie

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  2. i just this morning - just a few minutes ago - rec'd a christmas box wrapped with this twine. there are 3 of us who live in this old house but when i saw the postman walk up with that box, i knew it was for me. eventually for someone else, but i knew it was mine this morning, and it made me smile.

    and yes - i've been to that place. better than disneyland. xoxo

    PS - i loooove these images!

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    1. Of course it was for you, d! Thanks for stopping by, my friend. xoxo

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  3. Oh Gigi, I get it. Sometimes I can't even carry on a descent conversation with a friend because of that wild mild. It is a treasure for sure and something I find not everyone has. They miss out for sure. Your photos are just gorgeous here, I love the touches of red. As Susannah Conway said in a class I took from her earlier this fall, always shoot red. Have fun letting your wild mind go.

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    1. Thank you, Marilyn! I love Susannah Conway's advice, and I think she's right. It's a powerful color to photograph, and it allows for some pretty dramatic still life work!

      Here's to the people with wild minds. xo

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  4. Oh yes, I understand. It's the best feeling when I go there. My writing just soars! I'm hoping to start a serious writing project soon and hoping my wild mind will be there. xx

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    1. I'm not in the least surprised that your mind goes there, too, Sunday. It's such a joy when it happens, isn't it? Best of luck with the new writing project. xo

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  5. I so get this, too! and I love that you shared your wild mind and pretty pictures.

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    1. Of course you get, it, Susan! I knew you would. xoxo

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