@dorie_dahlberg’s (via Vero) gorgeous captures have inspired me to put more conscious effort into capturing everyday moments in my own life again.
A funny thing: one of the people I helped to care for and walk through the death and dying journey with was my best friend of more than two decades, Dorie. I clicked on this image before noticing the name, but when I did look up to see it I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Maybe my Dorie led me to this Dorie, knowing I’d find inspiration. I like to believe so. She was always very good at seeing when I needed a nudge of inspiration, and bringing hers to the rescue.
Browsing through Dorie Dahlberg’s work at Vero, I found myself nostalgic for these last few years – years that grief has swallowed silently and invisibly, for the most part. I’ve used my creative work and writing as an outlet and means of exploring these experiences, especially in the heaviest moments, but it’s always been more curated than candid; more “have an idea and create it” than “let the work come out of nowhere, in a random moment.”
I used to really enjoy that type of work. As I sat with the feelings this fantastic photographer’s work churned up in me, I don’t know if I realized how lazy I’ve been with my creativity lately, or just that I miss it. Maybe both…
With age, with my own health concerns now, I sometimes wonder if it’s later than I think. Not too late, but… can I keep up? Can I set a goal, at least mentally, and keep it? Or will I bog myself down with the weight of my own expectations… and anxieties?
Am I finally willing to pay attention to the moments that matter, and put more effort into them, instead of letting them float by unacknowledged, again?
I think so…
I hope so.
As long as I am still breathing, I still have time – and it’s only wasted if I pretend I don’t.
Thank you, Dorie Dahlberg.
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