finding myself

Regaining bits of me.

Once upon a time I used to write, a lot. I wrote short stories, I wrote poetry. Somewhere along the line, like so many other things that I used to do and used to enjoy, I stopped. It became a place where judgment ruled and being judged was not something I wanted to subject myself to. The habit of comparing myself to others caused me to harshly judge the things that I enjoyed to the enjoyment of others and in that, I made myself…less. I continued to shrink myself down until there was no enjoyment of these hobbies or random thoughts that would flit through my head in some manner of rhythm. Eventually, all the enjoyment was stripped and I stopped doing everything.

Now I’m sitting and looking at the things I used to enjoy from painting, to writing, to beading, and beyond trying to figure out how to recapture the wonder and joy that I felt during the creation process. For some things, it is also trying to figure out what to do with the created items.

Clawing back to find my creativity and joy in life. I decided to start with photography. I love taking pictures and sharing the beauty of the natural world. A new camera is now mine and photos have started. Mostly things in my own little forest space and dogs or cats so far but I am greatly enjoying the play aspect.

Here are a few photos I’ve recently taken…

A small amount of lichen grows from a fallen tree.

Pine sprig hanging off a branch.

Close up of a tree’s bark

The fallen tree lovingly referred to as “log” when playing with the dogs in the forest.

Wolf lichen grows near and on a decomposing branch fallen to the forest floor.

A light green and pink fluorite rests on a tree log.

The sun shines on a couple of trees in the forest.

The sun plays with the forest.