what is real (january 10)
this is the face of a woman who has been given permission to close the notebook that houses almost every feeding from her child's birth until this morning. (seven months of keeping data.)
as she heals and her body lives with all that is, i am pressing and sewing and taping and gluing hope and light and truth and letting go and love and forgiveness into all the cracks.
("what is real" is a series of photos i began taking in july of 2010. read a bit more about this series here. see more photos from this series over on flickr here.)
Reader Comments (5)
What deep relief you must be feeling--I can only imagine (my son is 11 and my daughter 6). You have shared your story with such generosity and gentleness. I am glad you've gotten some good news and can start to lift up from that world of documenting everything and be allowed to simply enjoy the moments a bit.
You are so brave on so many levels. I wonder, is it difficult for you to go back and look at all of those self portraits? I didn't go through anything nearly as traumatic as your experience, but there's a twinge of something I can't put a finger on when I see photos of me with my newborn (who's now 7). At the time, I was going through post-partum depression and it was positively awful. It's as if looking at photos takes me back to the feelings, and I guess I try to avoid going there.
That seems so huge. I cannot even imagine how it must feel.
I am looking forward to coming back again to continue your "your own corner" story.
Sending lots of love your way.
Dear Liz,
I just got your new book in the mail.(from the Ruth Rae challenge) Thank you so much for your generosity..I love it!
Today i started the first task, and so far i have come to the realization that my life is not that exciting.
If i would have done this 10 years ago, with my 7 children all much younger, i definitely would have had some great material to work with. lol
But, i know that's not the point. It's about really opening your eyes.
I did get an awesome pic of my creamer swirling in my coffee.
It actually looks like a little boy's face/ goblin. I know. But, his little smile is starting to drag away, thus the resemblance of a goblin.
My kids were pretty impatient with me as i snapped away while they slept, dressed, and even ate in slow mo for me.
But, they did think the coffee shot was worthy.
again. thank you.
love, marillyn
there is light in this post.