whirling between the trees
Added 2025-11-14 19:28:09 +0000 UTCthe first image is of my grandpa who was an incredible poet and immigrated here from lebanon. he loved deeply. most of his poetry is in arabic. it reminds me of rumi and hafiz and khalil gibran, who he loved. he died during covid. he loved to dance and i love this photo of him where his hands are so grace full it appears like a spontaneous mudra. he wrote me a poem every year for my birthday except when he got sick. thinking of him as im turning 30 next week. thank you to the ancestors who worked so hard so we can live and express and create freely. and the beloved forest; holy mother and the light peeking through a dense sheath of trees. i’ve been feeling deeply grateful as of late, and nature always reminds me that this is just so. even in the darkness, the layers, the sorrow, there is light. gratitude, abundance of spirit. luminosity beyond all sorrow emerges from deep in the cave of the chest. an indestructible poetry, an eternal mudra. the blurred photo is from a recent session. a lot of people have been asking for motion blur and i love this request. it is interesting how certain requests come in abundance and together. whirling, whirling, lose your head and dance wildly. do not hold back, there is clarity and stillness within the spinning, circles, motion. the last two, i will leave mysterious. the feet are intimate to me, and the writing can be like a mantra. thank you for teaching me; angels. i feel you. i feel,
