Monday, August 25, 2014

Coming into Focus


Let your beauty be seen, sister. Inside, and out.

3 comments:

Sarah Hina said...

I'm beginning to see that it takes a lifetime to undo the conditioning of childhood, and even then, it's often too little, too late.

This is a brave, candid look in the mirror, Cat. I see a lot of myself there, too. We're all potential and possibilities, ignoring the admonitions experience raises. There's even something (initially) thrilling about saying a big fuck you to experience. We won't be weighed down...until we are.

Love the photographs, too. You beautiful girl. :)

the walking man said...

In my experience sanity is highly overrated. Simply because everyone I know is nuts. Myself included, so you can't fix what ain't broke what you can do it quit picking up stray baggage people carry around until they find a sucker to carry it for them.

I dealt with my childhood issues of which there were many decades ago Sarah. Abusive father, abusive "friends," chicks even more fucked up than me. Once I saw how messed up my own ass was I quit trying to make people into some ideal I had for them and quit trying to live up to something I am not and never wanted to be.

That's when time slowed down, right the fuck down to 80 heartbeats, 80 lifetimes in a minute and each of them different from the last.

If you think I am going to criticize you Cat or you Sarah, you're both fucking nuts. You are what you show me, and i accept that as reality, you may or may not be more but then that would be speculative on my part. And if i didn't care for that which I saw, that which you show, the see ya, got enough drama of my own.

But to my great good fortune both of you have shown me different ways to give a shit about other people. What more could i ask? What more could I give?

Catherine Vibert said...

Amen to that, Mark. And especially to the no stray baggage part. I have enough of my own!! :-)

Sarah and Mark, I love you both. So glad to reconnect with my long lost bloggy buds... :-)

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