I’ve been musing a lot about my voice, and how I express it in the world, and a general restlessness at the fragmented way I do that. So I’ve started working with a “creativity coach,” a lovely woman I met at the One of a Kind Craft show last year. Who knows what will come of it — I imagine some piece of writing or other — but the first step is about establishing basic creative practices in day to day life.
One of the things I decided to start with is to resurrect the 365 photo project I did last year. That brought some real focus to a kind of mindful reflection that I think is important to instil for the kind of reflective writing I want to do. So here I am, starting the photo project again.
It’s raining today, and it’s late on a Friday, so I started with my balcony. The fireworks-blocking new building south of me, and the forlorn lounge chair I toted across the country, sat in to watch the ocean from my house in BC, then toted back here again.