Let’s not be fooled by a calendar date or the “onslaught” of a season into forgetting. That there is a light within us, at the very center, beyond personalities and temporary concerns, that pumps our life, in and out, through the valves of our heart to the extremities of our ears, our toes. We breathe it. That light.
And yet, at this time of year – a beginning, no less! – so many of us focus away, towards what they want to change, what they promise will happen within them this year as if there was something that was, fundamentally, wrong. There isn’t.
No promises then, nor resolutions. Not for me. More likely I feel and certainly did under the kind glow of last nights motherly moon, that it is time to remember. I have light – call it love if your prefer – and I want to live it. It is time to move beyond the pale and appreciate all the good that resides within, even when it lies unbeckoned from sallying forth.
And so a celebration is in order, the likes of which are buoyantly sprayed across Menton’s walls, because its residents chose to paint it so. Let’s do the same.
So maybe you can sing again even though you were once told that you do so too loudly (or off-key), maybe you can dare to trust in connecting with another, even if you were called needy or strange. Our so-called weaknesses are our strengths, I am sure of it, and only in disguise because we think that they ought to be.
I want to be me, now. Turning in, I want to turn up the lights.
These photos were taken on a truly happy day…and I gleefully surrendered to it!
I hope that they bring you a bit of that feeling too. My friends, you have overwhelmed me once again with your unbelievable kindness in regards to my previous post. I was so moved – my family and friends have remarked upon how amazing you all are – and was unable to keep up in responding, as I usually like to do. For that I apologize, but I most certainly took it in and will return to your good wishes and faith when needed. Thank you, yet once again, from my sensitive yet strongly beating heart.
With much Love and Gratitude as we dive into the big blue of 2017 together,
Heather
PS. You can see my previous posts on Menton here and here. They are quite different aren’t they? Eh oui, that is the power of light. 😉 I shot like a madwoman this trip so hopefully there is more to come…
Ευχαριστώ! xoxo
Glad that you like them Jo-Anne.
Sister you taught me to lift my head when we lived together in NYC! And you still see and transmit so much beauty. Love you.
Merci, Angie. 🙂
I am feeling for you Judith! Who knew?
Well, maybe some years that is what one needs but after a year of picking up the pieces of all that was "wrong" I just don't want to go that way right now if I can avoid it. 😉
And OF COURSE you want the pink one.
Beautifully put…I quite believe that I owe you an email!
Light is the hardest to learn in art. Cezanne spent his life time learning about light.Your photos with different shades of pastels captured playfulness and lightness of feelings.
Light and art are life changing.
What breath-taking colours. Continue to turn it up Heather, we love it.
Yes, turn it up. Exquisite.