Two older men - the word elderly confers a status neither deserves - in as many weeks have expressed appalling, bigoted attitudes toward powerful women while browsing in the shop, in conversation you see, and both times I have pulled them up and told them - calmly - that I will not tolerate those ideas. The first subsequently stole the book he was so proud of being a hateful part of, the other, just yesterday, backed right down and spent a good sum of money. Sensed he'd gone too far. The real shame, of course, is that neither of these men are likely to change their thinking any time soon. I tell the story to illustrate this simple point: the less we tolerate ideas so abhorent to our own, the more we open our hearts. Twenty years ago I'd've been too scared to say anything in response. These days? No fear.
The equinox now behind us, my gaze shifts internally with the season. This new moon - the beginning of the astrological calender - has me thinking hard about some of the things unlocked of late. Truth be told, my gaze has been inward for some time; I will be 43 fairly soon and time feels precious in a way that it has not before. In dreams I search for keys to unlock some long held stuff, stuff that, annoyingly, is just as elusive in waking hours, but that's not stopping me. I'll get to the bottom of my creative-spiritual-sleeping isss-ewes when the time is right.
Sounds a bit heavy, but honestly, it's just the normal internal dialogue written out loud.

Wonderful wonderful photos, Lucy
Posted by: Ana | April 01, 2014 at 11:16 PM
Your photos are beautiful as always. Love how you take the time to stop, reflect and see the passing of the seasons, a gift to share.
Posted by: Elizabeth | April 02, 2014 at 07:44 AM
whaling … now there's an interesting decision. particularly sensitive for me because i grew up at a museum that had a major focus on the 19thC whaling industry in the US, and i just took so much of all of that for granted, even though i never liked the fact of what was being done. and now the http://www.mysticseaport.org/visit/explore/morgan/ will sail again … not for whaling, who knows WHAT for … and i've given up eating fish this year too, after an indelible encounter with some very intelligent carp last year. i'm rambling, i know. but i liked reading this, and it gave me pause to ponder.
Posted by: Alison | April 03, 2014 at 06:45 AM
My heart is smiling to be having a peep at your gorgeous photos and stories after so long. Not being able to sleep because of drinking red wine on a Saturday night aint seem so bad after all :)
Posted by: Sophie | April 06, 2014 at 02:26 AM