What is it?
about certain images, certain combinations of words, that just seem to go deep within us and penetrate some mundane-brain autopilot that we usually operate with.
I was messing around in photoshop, layering photos over paintings, paintings again over the layers, adding bits of color, and suddenly, I stopped.
The image just grabbed me.
I know at this point to print it out and put in the journal, write some words, see what comes out.
But the funny thing with this image, the words just didn't come.
I was moved just by the image.
I have read that certain images, photographs perhaps, can change the tide of a war, certain images can move people beyond what any words can do.
"A picture is worth a thousand words. . . . "
There are iconic images that stay with us.
Some place in the brain where we feel emotion is also where information is stored about what we see.
So, playing in images in our journals helps us get to that inner emotional place.
Yesterday my son told me about seeing a huge full moon rising over Hearst Castle in San Francisco, and how he wished so much he had his camera -- but we agreed that the image will stay with him embedded in his memory, even if he could not capture it.
I find that being outside helps me see the eternity we are all living in.
Sky, water, tree, rock, cloud, landscape. . . . part of the Gaia world in which all life is connected.
My camera, my journal, sketching, and just seeing all help me remember this.
and here is that journal page:
"We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion. Many refuse to admit it: I feel a mystery exists. There are certain times, when, as on the whisper of the wind, there comes a clear and quiet realization that there is indeed a presence in the world, a nonhuman entity that is not necessarily inhuman." --Ansel Adams