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the (un) hours

February 25th, 2010 — 1:47pm

everyone’s in love taken with a vintage sx70 polaroid camera, expired film

ee cummings said a poet is somebody to whom things made matter very little ~ rather a poet is obsessed with the making. It is a ‘soft growing’ day and all the more resplendent for that, where the unhours (priceless ignoring of clocks) of a perfect morning are intimately obsessed with various makings. The making of wandering through the market (cheese and bagels and beautiful raspberrie jam for breakfast) ~ the making of many oooooooh’s! and ahhhhhh’s with colorful costumed market flowers (perfumed noise of thrillingness) And the making of a flute (hushingly, fingers reaching) and radiance (morning coffee adrift laptops in cafe) And pigeons and immense laughter with crinkling eyes (of course) wearing favorite scarves ~ Oh, and the making of a love affair with trains ~ but that I shall save to share with you for another day as I race out into the bidding sunshine (to begin all over once again.)

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moving pictures

February 22nd, 2010 — 2:22am

‘bliss’ ~ a delightful film starring me and my dog singing in the rain by my talented and lovely friend darlene kreutzer

When Darlene and Duke were visiting me in Crescent beach last week, we quickly came to cherish our evening strolls through the softly lit lanes ambling along to the beach with my dog Roxy. One night it was pouring rain and quite naturally in the most surprisingly magical way. Well, we meandered along and Darlene would chatter away brainstorming creative ideas to embark upon and it was incredibly lovely and the togetherness was warmhearted and amiable in the best way possible. What is it about a simple evening walk that is so uplifting? It gives such a vast scope for space to think, for the body to move freely, for the soul to wander undistracted in the gentle peace of the wild open air.

Anyway…on this particular evening Darlene directed such an enchanting little film (if I do say so myself) of me skipping along Adam’s lane with Roxy and singing (which luckily you can’t really hear:) I truly love it. What you can hear if you listen so closely is Darlene’s happy voice and Duke’s murmur in the background which, awww! makes me miss them so.

speaking of moving pictures…i will be taking the train (sooo yay!) to seattle for a few days and can’t wait to share some of that fun in images with you

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vanilla pears and sunday morning coffee

February 21st, 2010 — 8:11am

morning poem ~ with open window polaroid taken with my vintage sx70 camera

My weekend has been most beautiful and funny thus far pebbled with fresh wishes and writings. An outing for vegetables and fruit, cheese and bread to the market, a patio with a hint of summer here, a starry evening stroll there and a bit further along a bottle of blue moon wine and veggie burgers.

Today I have records spinning, there will be vanilla pears and coffee and an afternoon at the theater with my best friend Catherine. Oh Sunday how I love you. I have slept in a bit today but when my head is a little less fuzzy I will be back with a Sunday song. Have a most gorgeous day:)

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oh, friday!

February 19th, 2010 — 10:03am

All the grottoes, temples and churches could not compete with the natural beauty of today. Sun is pouring in my windows….the birds are singing ~ sort of a wordless beauty actually ~ the beauty of moments that just ‘are.’ I have the most delicious weekend ahead of me with an art opening, a play and splendid ideas for a breakfast picnic on the beach. Oh and today I am going to buy a lovely new dress ~ somehow friday just lends itself to the idea of a new dress. Have a glorious weekend!

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sonnets and realities

February 17th, 2010 — 11:49am

“where always it’s spring ” cherry blossoms polaroid taken with my sx70 camera ~

Spring’s blossoming crescendo is announcing itself most triumphantly all about me and I am having a love affair with topaz, cobalt and violet. Please forgive my exaltations yet again as I wax poetic over my vintage polaroid camera ~ those images that I treasure for the romantic grain and glorious color leaks ~ truly polaroid lends itself so well to my poetic nature. That sound ~ the whirring of the picture announcing itself to the world is music to my ears.

This morning it is particularly beautiful outside with singing birds peering down at me from blossoming trees, the scent of seawater in the air and the lure of my bicycle propped up in my backyard. Perhaps I will fill the basket with thistles and blooming stems and peddle to the beach. Later perhaps alas since I am really committed to various work realities and must cover my ears to the beckoning sonnets of springtime. However I am also feeling incredibly girly lately and thinking I may have to buy some new spring dresses and shoes ~ I keep popping into a certain beautiful shop in seattle which I won’t mention because i get so grumpy with the prices ~ but oh! the dresses are divine. I am so committed to my morning yoga now so I am toning up for pretty summery outfits and feeling quite like this actually

This week has been….warm, lovely, receptive, magical with songbirds singing. My home smells like cinnamon coffee, there is blueberry/apple crumble in the oven and I am teaching tomorrow. Life doesn’t get more perfect than that, of this I am so sure. And well, a little love goes a long way.

life is a bowl of cherries

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the soul of the beholder

February 11th, 2010 — 8:46pm

Darlene took this photo in my studio the other day and i quite love it ~ it makes me smile for the light and twinkles and nifty yellow warmth. Today I cleaned up said studio as it was getting awfully messy with piles of books and records stacked on the table, floor and chairs. Not to mention all the crumpled up papers under my desk and various scattered mugs of coffee and tea consumed at odd hours of the night when smitten with my writing fits. It felt so good to clean my studio since I put on music and brought up a tray of chocolate biscuits and set about returning the room to a pleasing sense of order (all ready to be messed up again sooner rather than later but nevermind)

However I am not in my studio now. I am in my livingroom with a cozy fire and cup of homemade chai listening to the rain pattering outside in my garden. And thinking. Thinking once again of my grade seven’s I am teaching a photography class to. Oh, you will love this. This week we talked about love and beauty. I asked which they wished to discuss fist and they all shouted ‘LOVE!!!” We chatted about how deeply personal love was, so abstract and complex and difficult to define, we talked about romantic love, platonic love and spiritual love and how you will find it everywhere in art, music, dance, photography etc. We discussed deep tenderness and emotional closeness and how love makes you feel so great by the happiness of another. And then. A very sweet boy put up his hand and said ‘And there is self love too.’ “Self love” I responded “Oh yes, and why is this important?” And he said “Because if you don’t love yourself how can you really love anyone else?” And then another boy put up his hand and chimed in….”You know when I do things that make me happy for myself then suddenly I am all filled up with joy and I want to go share that with everyone ~ it makes me feel like I have more love to share and I am just bursting with it.”

And well, I have to tell you it didn’t stop there. Discussing beauty later we chatted about inside beauty and outside beauty, feelings of inferiority through perceptual experience of attractiveness ~ I showed them this film and then asked them if they could give examples of inside beauty. A boy put up his hand and said “Have you seen the film Forest Gump? Well, he really wasn’t that good looking of a man but he was SOOOO kind and soooo gentle and funny and inside he was a very special attractive person. Everyone responded to him even the beautiful girl in the film.”

And then it really hit me ~ children KNOW ~ children are born KNOWING and who am I to believe I am teaching what was seeded in their soul’s from the beginning? I am not here to teach ….just to remind…to keep the faith and and hope alive in our world that it is true and beautiful and worth trusting and illuminating in self expression. Children always have their arms wide open….they remind me how easy it is to connect with one another and how far we are capable of reaching out to each other.

I am so so so SO grateful for every moment I get to share with these kids!

:)

sweetness… and love…

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moka pots and merengues on a monday morning

February 8th, 2010 — 11:37am

See that most wonderful vintage mokka pot on the little pile of magazines? I found it this week at the thrift shop with Duke and Darlene and am quite pleased to report it makes the most astonishingly delicious expresso. (a big shout out of thanks to Duke for teaching me how to perculate to perfection) I am madly in love with it, and also the adorable vintage granny crochet pillow you see in the background which we also found at the thrift shop along with a delightful record happily entitled “Merengues and Mambo’s.” (which I am listening to right now as a matter of fact)

This morning I made oatmeal and a green smoothie (Darlene has been making them for us all week and now I am hooked) and am working on my lesson plan for my grade seven’s photography class this week. It is a quiet springbursting day in February and I just adore this photo Darlene took of me, this lovely set from ‘the four’ and this seaside shot I took with my polaroid camera ~ my greatest fear in life is to run out of polaroid film so if anyone has any stored away they would like me to take off their hands please do let me know:)

Happy monday!

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the light of love

February 3rd, 2010 — 8:23pm



I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, a topaz
or an arrow of carnations that spread fire:
I love you like certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love,
the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I know no other way to love,

only in this way in which I am not and you are not,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that it is your eyes which close when I fall to sleep.

~ pablo neruda ~

This morning there was the gift of capturing so beautifully (yes, I think my photo is so so so beautiful) the intimate and moving love between Darlene and Duke which shares pleasure merely by being in their encompassing and generous company. Followed by a drive to Main street for a curried breakfast of samosas, chickpeas, mint chutney and chai at Nakodhar Sweets, shopping for an exquisite silk turquoise kurta for Duke and fabulous salwar kameez and dupatta for Darlene and I. (which we are certainly wearing at a little gathering I have planned for tomorrow evening in my home)

There is no answer as usual to explain the mystery of a comfortable friendship, but this week has been pebbled with warm fires, fully belly’s and rainy evening strolls on the beach. (not to mentions exuberant outings to thrift shops with audible cries of ‘SCORE!!” ringing out when we discovered our various treasures)

My cup runneth over yet again this week as I almost burst into tears with pure joy with my luminous grade seven’s as they filled me to overflowing with their gracious admiration of one another’s brilliant and pure way of expression in photography. They have re~ignited my love of photography and their boundless enthusiasm for one another reminds me to be generous to soulful glimpses we encounter when invited to witness creative gust of our peers.

I am happy. I feel hopeful, and beautifully alive. Love actually is …all around.

Oh! and this interview in conversations….is a beauty. I promise. Go see…

I will be back …Darlene and I are making films, having a seaside exhibit and generally up to grande enthusiasms.

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conversations ~ with Meredith Winn ~

February 1st, 2010 — 12:29pm

Who is Meredith?

Woman, mother, writer, photographer. I am many things that I haven’t
even realized yet.

As an artist, what are your favorite ways to express yourself?

I say that I am mostly a writer having a love affair with photography.
And it’s true. I write to get the words out. I write because I can’t
not write. I write because somewhere along the way I signed a contract
with the universe to let my insides spill out through words. And so I
oblige with pen and paper.

I lose myself in photography because it’s a freedom of expression
compatible to writing. Writing is strangely painful for me (and
practically involuntary.) Photography is the essence of joy and
spontaneity. Images move me to words, as does music. Looking through
the viewfinder helps me focus on light and beauty, capturing it in my
everyday life. That is a gift the universe gives me. My job is simply
to document it as I see it. And so I carry a camera.

What is your creative process?

Life happens.
Every single day there is at least one moment you can document. I feel
it through joy or sadness based on the situation, the moon, our
season, and my blood sugar levels. I sit with those feelings as long
as I need. Minutes or hours.

It is either day or night.

If it is day and I find myself in the car, thoughts match the feelings
and pour out onto the open road. I beg for red lights so I can write a
few things down on scraps of paper so as not to lose the words
forever. If it is night, I lie in bed tossing and turning until I
reach for my pen at the bedside. Typically I cannot fall asleep until
I write the words out of my head.

Always with words, I jot down what comes in that moment. Then I sit on
those scraps of paper (the unedited sentences) until something stirs
inside and I need more release.

I always begin the process on paper. It’s mandatory to have fast pens!
Typically a song or a photograph triggers more thoughts that get
dumped onto my laptop. It mostly seems like an involuntary process.
Like breathing, it’s not something I can succeed at withholding for a
long amount of time. I read and sometimes edit my own words again and
again. Usually late at night, in the dark, I hold my breath and hit
publish.

Then the process begins again.

What are you moved to express in your writing, art, photography the most?

How do handle an interruption in the flow of imagination or writer’s block?

I have an interesting relationship with writing. My muse tests my
determination by showing up at the most inopportune times. She winks
and whispers, getting me out of bed in the dark to write notes to
myself. Forcing me to pull over to the side of the road when the words
won’t stop flowing like notes across sheet music. What I experience is
not your typical writer’s block. When words stop it is usually because
I am consciously (or subconsciously) tuning them out. I’ve just come
to realize that I do this in times of self-denial. I’ve learned to
embrace these quiet times, when I need to ignore the words. This is
typically when I pick up my camera. When my mind feels this silence, I
find myself seeing more with my camera lens. Often sitting with the
quiet leads me in directions of finding a spark. And so the cycle
begins again. The give and take, push and pull of writing and
releasing.

What brings you joy, contentment, happiness?

Laughter, tears, feeling human, getting small behind my camera lens,
and walking slowly to enjoy the world with my son.

What do the words ‘yes’ and ‘possibility’ mean to you personally?

Empowerment and belief in oneself. Saying ‘yes’ can often conjure up
self-doubt, in that nervous way of putting your toes to the edge of
possibility. It’s the feeling of truly knowing (and accepting) your
worth and feeling strong enough to shout it to the world. It’s a very
exciting thing. It’s something I practice accomplishing every day.

How has saying ‘yes’ in your life changed the trajectory of your life?

In too many ways to describe. Saying ‘yes’ is thinking from the heart
and making choices intuitively. I believe it is what has brought me to
where I am now, on the cusp of something beautiful.

What holds you back?

The inner voices that shout in the dark: the self doubts that creep in
my mind, hitching a ride off the tongues of past critics. Accepting
other people’s negativity is a big something that holds me back.
Turning towards the light is the only release, surrounding yourself
with positivity will never hold you back.

Who are your creative role models? What books, art, music inspire and ignite you?

At any given time my role models change, depending on my focus. I
spend a good majority of my time at the library, so I am always knee
deep in a good book. Books vary based on what I need out of life at
that time. Right now, writing motivation and feeling connected to the
human experience comes through a variety of books like Bird By Bird by
Anne Lamott, Peace Like a River by Leif Enger, The Last Boy by Robert
Leiberman, Everyone is Beautiful by Katherine Center, The Middle Place
by Kelly Corrigan, and my most recent favorite novel The Art of Racing
in the Rain by Garth Stein.

Of course poetry trumps all with the likes of Mary Oliver, Kahlil
Gibran, Pablo Neruda, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Rainer Maria Rilke to
name a few.

Music has very much been a big part of my life and it continues to be
a major source of inspiration. It is typically the melody of a song
that stirs the creative juices for me. Often times a few lines of a
song will stay with me and let me form my own words and thoughts
around them. Specifically? It’s always the words of Bob Dylan (he is
my favorite storyteller.) His manner of stringing words together has a
major influence on my writing style. Lately, musicians like Sufjan
Stevens, Sam Beam, and Andrew Bird always seem to put words in my head
with their symphony of sounds. And favorites like Patty Griffin, Eliza
Gilkyson, Yael Naim, and Priscilla Ahn also lead me to find beauty in
just about anything.

What do you give yourself unconditionally in life to?

Where has love taken you?

If there were absolutely no obstacles whatsoever what would you do tomorrow?

Move to the coast. Build snowmen. Learn to play the piano. Live by the
beach and walk on sand everyday. Swallow up this big beautiful world
and learn how to best express how I feel it. Find the time, sit down,
and write a book.

Where is your creative space/corner of the world?

There is not one photo of my creative space, it follows me wherever I
go. If I were to pin it to a desk or workspace it would cease to
exist. My corner of the world is very much my mind and daily life
experiences. It’s the world around me: taking a walk, driving my car,
watching a hurricane out the window, listening to lyrics, and seeing
my son dance.

Take a photo of a place you go to reground and root yourself when life gets a bit overwhelming and if you like tell us why it is so meaningful to you

When I was twenty years old I packed up my belongings and moved myself
across the country. I have been landlocked ever since. When life gets
overwhelming I dream of the coast (I fear I won’t be happy until I
find a home there.) For many years, I lived remotely in the mountains
of Colorado, very close to nature. Today I live in the capital city of
Texas. I am nomadic by nature. When I feel unsure of my place, or
myself … I seek out space. I am endlessly trying to recreate that
sensation of the coast: feeling small in a vast world. I have a strong
need for Mother Earth to put me in my place. There’s nothing quite as
comforting as that. When the beach is not near, I create the next best
thing. An open field, a canopy of trees, a mountaintop, or the blooms
in a garden. I can get lost and find myself anywhere as long as I have
the optical illusion of space.

can you tell us about your first ‘artistic awakening’ ?

I spent the better part of a decade being surrounded by music. As a
symphony clarinetist I learned to tap into this energy like static
electricity that flows around us. Being on stage I learned to
accommodate my shyness with expression. It’s a delicate balance. I
wrote my own books as a child, bound with yarn. I pretended to be a
writer. Later I carried a camera and pretended to be a photographer.
Now I pretend to be a grown up. But one thing I’ve learned is that I
am all that I pretend to be.

famous last words?

Meredith Winn’s writing has been published in HipMama, Mamazine,
Motherverse, Literary Mama, and Midwifery Today Magazine.

Meredith is a contributing photographer to Getty Images and is also a
contributor to Shutter Sisters. Her photography has been published by
JPG Magazine, Emprise Review and has won contests through Mama Focus,
Clean Well Moments, JPG Magazine, and Mindful Mama Magazine.

Meredith can be found online through her photography website:
She blogs at the~spirit~of~the~river
and can also be found at Shutter Sisters

meredith’s etsy shop here!

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