I have a collection of personal photos titled "The Beauty of Decay" most of which are fallen or dying flowers, an oddly, beautifully posed, dead squirrel, and tree trunks returning to dirt. Sometimes I just happen to be given a glimpse at the ordinary extra in a thing no longer itself, and, well, the art that fire left on the car is quite stunning.
It’s a long lost art to take time to observe the decaying of things. We’re so caught up in the vibrancy of life that we don’t wanna look at things when they’re slowly returning back to the beginning.
So, so true. My viewpoint started to change, or adjust, or roam when I began feeling the need to explain why I love autumn. Some call it the season of dying, but I find so much joy in fall. I began exploring that. Then my therapist challenged my point of view on 'bad' things happening in life (are they really 'bad'? What if things resolve into new and amazing changes?). Then my Tai Chi teacher challenged me with the idea of 'investing in loss.' All of these separate and individual events. Next thing I know, I'm savoring images of dead and dying foliage taken with my new smart phone. I just go with it now. When shit goes sideways, if I remember to, I try turning my view and seeing what I might be missing.
Thank you for this beautiful truth that I relate to so much!
I have a collection of personal photos titled "The Beauty of Decay" most of which are fallen or dying flowers, an oddly, beautifully posed, dead squirrel, and tree trunks returning to dirt. Sometimes I just happen to be given a glimpse at the ordinary extra in a thing no longer itself, and, well, the art that fire left on the car is quite stunning.
It’s a long lost art to take time to observe the decaying of things. We’re so caught up in the vibrancy of life that we don’t wanna look at things when they’re slowly returning back to the beginning.
So, so true. My viewpoint started to change, or adjust, or roam when I began feeling the need to explain why I love autumn. Some call it the season of dying, but I find so much joy in fall. I began exploring that. Then my therapist challenged my point of view on 'bad' things happening in life (are they really 'bad'? What if things resolve into new and amazing changes?). Then my Tai Chi teacher challenged me with the idea of 'investing in loss.' All of these separate and individual events. Next thing I know, I'm savoring images of dead and dying foliage taken with my new smart phone. I just go with it now. When shit goes sideways, if I remember to, I try turning my view and seeing what I might be missing.
I’ve had an age where I just don’t overthink it anymore. I’m just present with what is and find the beauty in it.
I don't know if I'll ever stop over thinking it! 🤣🤷🏻♀️ Maybe just embrace my over thinking.
I think what’s your embrace anything it becomes less than lol I don’t know or you just get to be my age and you have less fucks to give