“Does she walk her talk or run her mouth?” ~ Deb
I blog. I instagram. I facebook. I tweet.
I show up here twice a month to reveal my truth with self-portraits and stories beyond my photo.
But am I exposing my true self? Do I bring forth my authentic self?
Some days are hard. Some prompts are painful. Sometimes I have no time.
Yet when I get outside my head and back into my body, I go to the river and sit on the grass and make a self-portrait that reveals exactly what I am feeling; the true talk of my day.
I really do have hard days that challenge my well-being and my soft-shelled heart.
I walk thru it with my head high, arms flexed and chin up, all the while knowing that I can rise above the situation and turn it around into a happy moment.
And for me, that is walking my talk.
“She had to stop and think: does she walk her talk?”
What is my talk? I had a really hard time trying to pin down exactly what that means. As I sat on a rock next to the daffodils, I stopped to listen. I didn’t hear any clear answers, so I kept sitting there. I stared at the water and felt the cold breeze, thankful that I had thought to grab a coat. I enjoyed hearing the sweet chirping of goldfinches and cardinals, punctuated by the occasional trill of the redwing blackbird. The wind chimes rang in the background, always there to offer a song. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I inhaled until my lungs filled to the point of satiation. Then I let go.
Suddenly, I realized that I had just practiced walking my talk, so to speak. The themes of patience, nature, and letting go had surfaced once again. I don’t know all the answers. Not by any means. Besides, the ones I really want to know aren’t spelled out in any book or illustrated in any chart. They are nestled in the crevices of everyday life. They are inscribed on the petals of a flower. They are written in the bark of the trees. They are emanating from the purr of a cat. They are flowing amidst the ocean waves and gently lapping against the shores of the pond. They are whispering in the tall grass and floating through the air on dandelion seeds.
The answers I seek are subtle yet enormous. They are incredibly simple and yet so hard to attain. How can I be more loving, accepting, patient, and free? How can I release the fears, frustrations, worries, and old patterns still lurking in the shadows? How can I embrace this life with my eyes open and my heart pure? How can I bring light into the world? Even though I don’t have all the answers, I trust that I am slowly unearthing glimmers of them along the way. I never stop moving forward, watching for the next spark, the next shimmer, the next bright spot. I’ll continue to experience dark and doubtful days, of course, but I do know two things: the darkness always passes, and connecting with nature never fails to show me the light.
“Does she walk her self care talk?” ~Bella
My favorite time of the day is when the light begins to fade just before darkness sets in. The sky becomes a masterpiece of pastels and I am left breathless by its beauty. It feels quiet, like the rest of the world is ready to rest along with me.
I share a lot of stories about self care. What does that even mean? For me it means taking a little bit of time each day to care for myself. Even if I only have 10 minutes to spare, like the day I took my photo, I will take it.
On this day, I was feeling quiet. Truthfully, I was really emotional, almost on the verge of tears. My soul is extra sensitive these days. I’ve been working out and planting vegetables in the garden in the hope of expelling some of that sad energy. But sometimes we have to make room for the feelings – good or bad. On this day, I knew I needed a moment of rest. I knew I needed to let what I was feeling settle in and be. I poured myself a cup of coffee and relaxed into the early evening just before getting a good night of sleep. It was exactly what I needed and so good for my heart.