Confusion sets in
Am I this me or that me
Still finding myself
-Amy Lyon Smith
I’ve been wanting to take a try at writing Haiku. I like how it expresses so much by saying so little. I tend to get sidetracked and tell 100 different stories before coming back to the first, so I admire how Haiku is concise and to the point. I did follow the traditional 5-7-5 syllable pattern, but not in themes.
When I saw that the Weekly Photo challenge was face, I knew that I would choose this photo from this winter. It was the photo that prompted the self-portrait in The Red Door post. I came home from running errands and the way the sun was shining created a reflection in the storm door. I loved that it wasn’t your typical way of capturing a self portrait in a mirror. I was there, but there were elements of the door behind creating this portrait that wasn’t fully me. I set this one in black and white because it made it all seamlessly blend together.
I took this photo a few weeks after my first blog post. I was still really unsure at that time if I wanted my words to be seen. I was questioning whether this was the journey, whether I was listening to God, and wondering where he was leading. For me, in that moment, this photo captured a new me, one who had begun looking at life through a different lens. In fact, I posted this photo on Instagram that day, February 4th, with the quote:
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things -Henry Miller
Much of my journey these past 5 months has been about a new way of seeing things. Seeing things with eye for gratitude and awe.
To see the amazing intricacy of a “weed” that has sprouted from the ground, resilient in its right to exist and yet fragile enough to be blown away in a gentle breeze.
To see with new eyes as the sky turns pinks and blues and the sun nestles behind the mountains, lowering to its slumber.
To watch the ocean kiss the shoreline and taste the salt upon my lips and feel the warmth of the sunshine upon my skin.
I am learning to turn my face more often to the One who created this beauty. To daily notice how amazing this world is despite its share of heartaches. I am spending more time turning my ear to hear the birds sing and breathing in the thick heat of a sunny day.
Today I read a post by (in)courage based on this verse:
Lord, I stand in awe of Your deeds. -Habbakuk 3:2
When I stand in awe of His deeds, I begin to hear his voice. My eyes open to see the wonder. I take the time to taste the mix of sweet and tart in the ripened strawberry upon my lips. I stop to smell the rain as it comes rolling in. I watch as green comes sprouting from deep within the ground, springtime bringing forth new life. I being to feel his grace wrap around me. I am blossoming along with all the tiny buds. I am searching for who He has called me to be.
It is springtime.
And I am new.
Let your light shine!