08/06/2018
My husband died in February.
I shot every moment he was still alive. And then, once he was gone, I put my camera down.
If i picked it up, it was wrote and empty. I stopped trying. I let go.
Since then I have been slowing waking back up to life and joys and caring to document what is happening around me.
Now I am beginning again, to find my joys. To find my way to use what i love to do as a way to heal, not hide.
I am still a mess, and no one can argue with that. But I am ready to get up and see what I can do.
Here i am, making a mess out of a mess. And its helping. It makes me happy. I know now how important it is to live, while we still are living.
Here I am. finding my way.