Elayna Alexandra


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September 1, 2010

Shift. Sometimes it is hard to make life shift. Like the tectonic plates of the Earth, sometimes when a shift happens, mountains are made, rivers created or explosive reactions that shake and spew happen. This past week has been a bit explosive, massive shifts have been taking place each day. I think in the end that my life is right, that this is needed but it has been no less hard these past few days.

I wake up in the morning and don’t recognize my life, my feelings myself. It is all a bit alien, the rhythm of my days so changed, the feelings of the nights. The openness and possibility of what could be is more vast then every before and totally frightening to the point where I fear inaction.

I am having to look at myself in a way I never have. Face myself and all the imperfections that lie there and also to embrace the strength and resourcefulness. It is time for me to see who I am the way many others do. Life is beautiful. Peace.


Enough

August 24, 2010

I am enough, I have to be. Just me, the way I am Today.


Question

August 17, 2010

How do you refill you cup when it is both impossibly full and totally empty?


Thoughts on Photography

August 15, 2010

I think that I am grasping photography on a different level. For me now its not about the best image but rather the feeling I can create, the story I can tell. The reflection caught in a moment in the window, the expression frozen for a moment in time to keep. The angle, the light, it is all part of it, and perfection in this isn’t always what I am going for. Sometimes darkness is part of the message I wish to tell, or the slightly overexposed white washed photo, creates just the feeling that I am hoping for. It is the IMPERFECT photography that is often just what I want, just what I find absolutely tantalizing.


Noise

August 14, 2010

Noise, before moving hear noise didn’t really mean that much to me. Growing up I lived on almost 6 acres in the country and the traffic noise was a distant muffled hum, quiet at night and often throughout the day even. Living in Oregon we were miles from any really busy road. We had the usual neighborhood noises, leaf blowers at 7am on Sunday mornings, dogs barking sometimes insistently as they were neglected, being left outside for hours and hours on end, while their owners were at work, or sat inside watching television. In Phoenix we lived with my in-laws in a retirement community, the silence at night was almost impenetrable. Well I guess you had the crickets in the summer, and sometimes the howl of the coyotes, but they were natural sounds and they were no nonstop. During the day it was pretty quiet too, the occasional motorcycle, or siren but all and all noise didn’t permeate you. The heat did, but that is another post all together.

In the past I have always considered myself great at tuning out noise. I grew up with two older sisters who had later bed times then me, I slept in hospitals, I was good in stores that had crashing music, I just tuned out, it didn’t even cross my consciousness.

Now it is different. We didn’t believe for a moment that this country road would be some main artery when we moved in to our apartment almost 6months ago. That all day, all night, cars would rush by, and that their noise would enter every corner of tour home. The struggle between fresh air and more noise is constant. Even with the windows closed tight though we don’t win. The noise finds its way in. So loud that when DH talks to me from somewhere else in our little 800sq feet  home I can’t hear his words unless he shares the same room as me.

Briefly between cars there are moments of silence, delicious emptiness where my ears can rest from the constant whir that fills them. But mostly there is noise. Noise day and night. I want silence. Never before living here did I realize the power of quiet, the bodies need for time without noise, or my own very deep need for time in silence. How the constant noise wears on my nerves leaving me just a bit more on edge, just a bit shorter with my temper and a little more worn down the around the edges then normal.

So. I am looking for ways to create inner silence, inner quiet to help counteract the outside noise. Any other suggestions?