2 Jan 2015 – A trip into town…as Elsa. Day 16 – Learning to sew. Day 17 – Fog on the Long Walk Day 18 – On the way to Great Ormond Street Hospital, we stopped in Hamleys on Oxford Street. Day 19 – Homeopathic Remedies…a big part of Phoebe’s healing journey. Day 20 – Jumping on the bed before school Day 21 – It’s a dog’s life…
Day 9: Sometimes she does things that melt my heart. Day 10 – a walk with a friend. Day 11. Elsa makes art. Day 12…it was a week of walks. This time with another friend. And the dog! Day 13…ahh a frosty, foggy morning. We dashed out to be in it. Day 14 – Learning to play Othello…a childhood favourite of mine.
A new year. A new start. Or rather, a re-start…For a few years now, I have wanted to complete a 365 project. One photo every day for one year. This sounds easy: Have camera. Pick it up. Click.
But any photographer who has tried this knows that LIFE just GETS IN THE WAY. I’ve tried a 365 before. I’ve also tried a 52 week project. And both times, I had to stop to deal with the demands of my business and motherhood.
This year, I’m trying again. But on my terms. Firstly (and most importantly) my daughter has signed up with me. SHE wants to do it with me. She wants to help me remember to take our photo before the daylight gives way to darkness. And sometimes, she will dictate the subject (watch for photos of stuffed animals…I know they will be coming!) Secondly, I will not be posting every day. It was the download-and-post process that killed this project the first time. Instead, I’ll post here weekly with a set photos from that week.
Without much further ado….here we go. Our 365. Beginning 19 December 2014.
In the meantime, as the days being their tumble into January, I will be approaching my yoga practice (and my life) with the intention of ease.
Working hard, for me, is not a problem. Profound effort does not scare me. But as Patanjali says, the physical practice of yoga should be a combination of effort or steadiness (sthira) and ease or joy (sukham).
When the postures are difficult, can we remain soft? Can we remain connected to our breath? Can we pull back….just a little…and listen, really listen to what it is our body is saying to us?
And in life, when things get hard…when we are tired, or challenged…can we stay connected to ourselves? When we meet resistance, can we stay grounded? And even in the midst of sadness, can we find moments of joy?
In 2015, this is my practice. At least, part of it….
What is yours?