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photoshoot to celebrate summer '14, private gastronormbakken photo shoots, they love warriors and for furnishing magazines flowing into after work, mixed together with dream dense, starry nights and life in a way I had forgotten how it felt; consciously. present. Wake. I read about ws Merwin's lyrics. a series of special, makes itself constantly reminded. 'We are asleep with compasses in our hands.'
Maybe he meant that we know where we should be, maybe even where we're going, but we're not awake enough to take the steps, follow the road. we sleep our way through even our days and sleepless nights. I do not know for sure. what I know is that I cried more {it's like unstoppable} and laughed more in recent months than I have done on more than I can even remember, maybe than ever. I'm thinking more about my own reactions, turns & twists on impulses until they get a map. and do not lead the way forward, I would dare to burn the bridge.
I read the words that stuck. tracking them to Rumi. always rumi. Set your life on fire. seek Those Who fan your flames. perhaps that is how it is. I have her in my life fire. or my life have been set on fire by the events I'm not entirely ruled or chose, but I have chosen to continue to spend on fuel and nearly a year later, it burns still firmly in my chest an utter desire for focus: to strip away more and more of what is developing, whether it be my work or my inner life. to strip away more and more of it that is just .. anesthesia.
Last winter, when it was at its darkest, both in me and outside of endless fields, all in what seemed to be an eternity, sat mom & I at their bonfire and talked. cupped hands on the glass of wine and carefully about the words we choose to say out loud. What have you asked for? asks mom. for me, the picture is immediate and obvious. I see myself. in snufkin house. and how I repeatedly and fell to his knees, then when darkness so far was more of a dull rumble on the horizon and just the feeling of rain in the air. to get back to myself. I answer directly and honestly. we laugh at both, veiled. careful what you wish for, says mother with a wry smile. and I smile too. in agreement and understanding. to yes, just so it was actually. I did not ask for a nicer home, or dream project gastronormbakken with the camera, or even a child who is still also was a longing for somewhere. I asked, again and again, straight into the air, to get back to myself.
I woke up. I fight and is soft at the same time, I believe that it is possible to combine now and therefore I must try. I smile like that too myself often that I get what I ask, when I ask honestly. but now I do not fall on your knees. I stand firmly with his face to the sky and pray out of it is nothing. pray that the fire must be kept alive, the compass to show me right, that I should dare to burn the bridges that are defective, ~ & me to remain conscious. present. awake. with love, and in love, in life, h image n 1 | self portrait w skull bone choker image n 2 & 3 | home / studio stills image n 4 | pause at MO's house During a photoshoot image n 5 | my little muse, wide awake for celebrating a / w'13 hannah lemholt photography
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