at the still point, there the dance is ~ T. S. Elliott
These photos were taken over a period of time. Each photo represents a threshold of change. There is a natural flow and rhythm to the seasons, a quiet serenity I experience every time I step outside my door.
Photography helps me become more mindful. Photography is an art form that I didn’t study in college. My major was Art History and I also took drawing and painting classes. I learned a lot about light and composition. but in those days I didn’t have a camera. These days I’m always composing shots in my mind, even when I don’t have a camera in hand.
I’ve been thinking about the seasons of life. I’m in the autumn of mine. I’m harvesting the fruits of my labor and defining what it means to me to be a grown woman. It’s a vibrant phase of life for me, radiant and deep.
One day not too long ago, I was thinking about ways that I could be of more benefit to others through my business. I thought about the Portals of Aging, a post I wrote over a year ago. I started searching for words that describe aging. The results were fascinating.
- Washed up
- Over the hill
- Put out to pasture
- Done for
- Hoary (very old, having gray or white hair)
- Superannuated (old and therefore no longer very useful)
- Antediluvian (VERY old)
Wow! That’s something to look forward to, isn’t it? I can’t wait to be this kind of OLD! No wonder we are filled with dread and fear about aging, if this is what’s coming up on the fast pitch.
What if we used words for aging like:
All seasons of life are beautiful. As I age, I’m discovering my Still Point, the place of power within me that arises from my center.
Have you found your Still Point?
What words come to mind when you think about aging?
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
~ Kahlil Gibran
What do you see when you gaze in the mirror?