Overcoming Challenges

August Full Moon

August Full Moon

September Harvest Moon

September Harvest Moon

One of the things that I’ve always longed to do is to take great photographs. I am not talking about “photographer-like” photographs, I am merely talking about photos that don’t chop the subject’s head off, are blurry, or a litany of other faux pas that create a less than desirable outcome. The desire became greater because my son-in-law was a professional photographer who makes it seem so easy.

When I decided to act on my wish, I learned that taking a good photograph was anything but easy. I still haven’t even mastered all the dials on my cameras, and still confuse ISO and F-stops, but I am forging on and not letting those impediments get in my way. As with learning to paint and draw, my mantra is practice, practice and practice some more. Having a goal is motivating as well.

The blogs that I gravitate to, are those where the blogger posts, with the written text, their own beautiful photographs. I’ve learned that one does not need special equipment, to take gorgeous photographs, as more than one, use their iPhones or other smart phones. Like them, I want photographs that are good enough to post on this blog.

From day one, the moon was my obsession. I choose the moon as a challenge meant for me to overcome. At first, one would look at my moon photos and see a tiny white speck on the screen. It was about the size of the head of a small pin. Frustration was my friend. Yet, I refused to give up. I tried and tried, and with time, the speck went from tiny to miniscule. It continued to grow.

Finally, in August and September, I finally managed to take the above photographs, which I feel comfortable enough to post here for you to see. Although they are a far cry from some of the amazing blog photos that I admire, I am proud that through my efforts, I’ve made this small step.

I am still far from good, and I intend to continue practicing when I can. I’ve mentioned before that “courage” is one of my words for 2014. Being courageous requires vulnerability, which I am doing by putting myself out there in spite of the fear of not being good enough and potential ridicule. With the photos that I’ve posted, I am becoming more courageous, and that reverberates through the rest of my life. I am also inspired by what mere intention may yield. Finally, this reminds me that with time and effort, we can do that which we previously thought insurmountable.

As I’ve done before, I will keep practicing to improve my skills, and continue to share my triumphs with you. I hope that you will celebrate my efforts with me. 

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Thoughts On Fear And How To Conquer It


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Fear. Who among us hasn’t experienced it at some point in our lives? Fear is universal, and even the animal kingdom confronts it. For many of us, it is a feeling that is experienced on a regular basis. For the fortunate few, it is a momentary annoyance. Whether it is a common occurrence or a rarity, the crucial factor is how we respond to it. Do we shrink from it and allow it to guide our actions, and our lives, or do we take a deep breath, brace ourselves and look it in the eye, much like the underdog facing the reining champion? It all comes down to a question of control and courage. Do we allow it to control us or do we have the courage to refuse to cede control to the powerful emotion?

The question comes to mind as I confront a bout of depression. It is not a ‘dark night of the soul’ by any means. It is more like a physical, emotional and mental exhaustion that persists, in spite of what I do. I know that, as is always the case, it will pass, but I find it difficult to wait patiently for that to happen.

Many years ago, I was reading one of my many yoga magazines and I stumbled across a review about a book written by the Buddhist nun Pema Chödrön. Until that point, I hadn’t heard of her. I don’t even remember the name of the book being reviewed, but I was taken by the book’s summary and the positive review that it received. At first, I was reluctant to read the book, because having been raised as a Christian (Catholic), I was taught to view other religions with a huge degree of skepticism and disbelief. (Among other things, Buddhism differs from Christianity in that it eschews a belief in the existence of a god.) When I was younger, it was “us” versus “them.” Fortunately, with age came a curiosity about other faiths, their beliefs and practices, as well as faith in my unshakable beliefs.

Anyway, that first book became the first of many books and CD’s that I devoured by Chödrön. She teaches in an authentic, honest,. compassionate, and loving way, but she doesn’t shy away from the truth. The current book that I am re-reading is “When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice For Difficult Times,” which uses Buddhist wisdom and techniques, often mediation and mindfulness, to successfully deal with life’s difficulties. Regarding fear, she is direct and tells the following tale:

“Once there was a young warrior. Her teacher told her that she had to do battle with fear. She didn’t want to do that. It seemed too aggressive; it was scary; it seemed unfriendly. But the teacher said she had to do it and gave her the instructions for the battle. The day arrived. The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other. The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons. The young warrior roused herself and went toward fear, prostrated three times, and asked, “May I have permission to go into battle with you?” Fear said, “Thank you for showing me so much respect that you ask permission.” Then the young warrior said, “How can I defeat you?” Fear replied, “My weapons are that I talk fast, and I get very close to your face. Then you get completely unnerved, and you do whatever I say. If you don’t do what I tell you, I have no power. You can listen to me, and you can have respect for me. You can even be convinced by me. But if you don’t do what I say, I have no power.” In that way, the student warrior learned how to defeat fear. ”
~ Pema Chödrön, “When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

Whether true or fictional, the tale is instructive. As I mentioned earlier, the question of courage enters the equation.  All too often, we allow our emotions to control our behavior, because we can’t muster the courage to overcome them. Thus, we act according to the emotion, be it guilt, shame or fear. In that respect, we allow the emotion to exert power over us. By acknowledging the fear, but overcoming the very powerful urge to act in accordance with it, we free ourselves of its hold over us. I do not claim that this is an easy feat. If I believed so, I would not have chosen “courage” as my word for 2014, as this earlier post indicates.

In my case, I’ve discovered that control is tied to the act of being vulnerable, which itself raises the specter of fear. As I wrote, there are times when I felt that:

[b]eing vulnerable meant admitting that I wasn’t perfect, that I don’t have it all together, that sometimes I feel lost, and that sometimes I need, among other things, love, help, support, a shoulder to cry on, to vent, that sometimes, I just don’t know, and need help finding the answers. I realize that I need the courage to be imperfect, thus, the courage to be vulnerable.

Granted, acknowledging my fears, opens myself to being viewed as weak, something that is frowned upon in our society. Nevertheless, failing to do so, brings with it a denial of my true self, and for me, sharing my journey of discovery demands openness and honesty, no matter how uncomfortable or vulnerable that may be. With that said, my goal is to face fear, and have the courage to triumph over it. As this year has passed, I’ve had many successes, but a few missteps. Yet, acknowledging my fears has become far easier, and I know that though I may fall, I will continue to pick myself up, and “begin again.”

What about you? How do you deal with fear? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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My Tribute to Summer

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Just the other day, I was in the process of buying some flowers. I love flowers of all kinds but typically gravitate to those that emit a fragrant scent. After I choose some stock and tuberoses, I was standing in the checkout line when my eyes lit upon the sunflowers that I photographed above.

When I buy flowers, I usually place them on my altar, along with a candle, photographs of family members and friends, stones and crystals, feathers, miniatures of animals and insects that have qualities that I want to emphasize and bring into my life and others things that have heartfelt significance to me. For weeks, that space had been empty, craving the beauty that flowers bring.

Seeing the sunflowers brought about a feeling of wistfulness. The thing is that in spite of the scorching temperatures that are a given in Austin, and Texas in general, Summer is my favorite season. (I grew up in hot, muggy New Orleans.) It brings with it, memories of those days long ago when, as a child, Summer brought freedom from the confines of school, play, adventure, possibility, imagination, and endless curiosity.

My sister and I would take our bikes and ride to Audubon Park where we’d soar down “Monkey Hill.” (Basically, it was simply a mountain-sized mound of dirt that drew kids from all over.) It was a beacon in lives where budgets did not include vacations. Anyway, we’d reach the top of the hill, and “fly” down with the wind rushing pass and buffeting our bodies. I was scared as hell, but the feeling of exhilaration and accomplishment was invigorating. The end of Summer signaled an end to our carefree existence and the beginning of schedules and activities imposed by the return to school.

As an adult, Summer’s significance still remains. Summer represents long, lazy days lingering in the shade, ice-cold lemonade and juicy, sweet watermelon, gathering with friends and family to bar-be-cue in the Summer heat, swaying in the hammock as I read beneath the big shade trees, the musical qualities of children squealing and laughing in the distance, and color, color everywhere.

The deep golden-yellow sunflowers epitomize Summer for me, and seeing them reminded me that it was soon coming to an end, giving way to Fall and its continuation of the cycle of life. Even though, I’ll miss Summer when it ends, I look, with anticipation, to what Fall brings.

I stood contemplating the flowers already in my hands and the sunflowers, and having done so, set about to return the stock and tuberoses to their proper places. Then, I choose a bunch of sunflowers and headed to the register, holding on to the memories of Summers past, and those yet to come. As I write this, they hold a prominent place on my altar–my tribute to Summer.

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Quote Tuesday

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I love quotes. I mean, I really love thoughtful and provocative quotes. Generally, each Tuesday, I choose one quote to publish. This week, I have difficulty choosing between two, so I decided to post both of them.

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“I have already lost touch with  a couple of people I used to be.” ~ Joan Didion

“Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.” ~ r.m. drake

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