The amount of light entering our world is only one factor in what we see. How we make use of the light to color our vision is what truly matters.
We are all taught that light destroys the darkness, as easy as a flick of the light switch. However, at times, the light surrounding us is dimmed and muted casting a romantic shadow over our world, as discovered in this writer’s world.
My amateur photographs display the difference in morning light versus evening light. Both showcase the brilliance of nature. The choice is light. The difference is color.
My wish is that you make use of light to showcase the colors you choose to display. For it is in your authenticity, a unique spectrum is created.
I wrote something dishonest today. Not the typical lie you would imagine. But it came to me, my heart was not connected to what I wrote. I typed the words, I read the words, but in the end, I did not believe the words.
So, here I am speaking my truth with a question. Why do we work against ourselves and sometimes stop speaking (or writing) our truth?
We know how to reach for authenticity but at times life’s unexpected forces drag us down the path of necessity. Once we learn to surrender that genuine connection, we slowly lose the energy necessary to support our dreams and our creativity.
What if we woke every morning infused with energy to create our dreams? What if we had trouble closing our eyes at night because we could hardly wait to wake and get back to living. Living, not existing. That is authenticity. Recognize when you are moving away from it.
Because hope does not promise instant gratification, rather than struggle with the words to express positivity, I will wait. The energy I work against is confusion or simply congestion in my head. Sharing a joyous heart today may not be the answer.
Perhaps it is the outside environment that weighs me down. Or possibly the work I did this morning on my memoir. Recognizing the pain in the process sometimes requires a pause. And another cup of tea.
Captured by compelling visual subjects, I often instinctively reach for my camera.This particular visual delight was a bouquet of hot pink lilies surrounded by periwinkle blue delphinium stems artistically arranged in a clear glass vase, a focal point on an entry table in an office building.
As I centered my phone camera on the colorful display in awe of the intense color fusion, I recognized my error.Believing in the authenticity of this arrangement, my mind’s eye was fooled, and I found myself duped by a lifelike impression. After seeing the humor in the situation, I quickly switched to a deep reflection followed by questions.
I’m on a search for authenticity.
Is there anyone else who ever finds themselves fooled by fake impressions?
From a distance an arrangement may appear real; but upon closer examination, we may find it lacks authenticity. Our world is filled with simulated and seemingly flawless representations of natural elements with the intent to enhance our environments, and yet all they do is detract from our overall sensory experience.
As nature’s images entice me, I find hidden beauty when I move in closer, as close as my camera will allow, to clearly focus on a micro-view of life that remains unobserved by the naked eye.These unrevealed authenticities are unknowingly passed by every day as we may find ourselves distracted by “life-like” illusions displayed in counterfeit settings.
And now I go deeper, the petals unfolding…How much does my own life reflect this phenomenon?How authentic am I?
How much better would it be to reveal my natural self in my interactions rather than staying stuck sharing a generic impression, like fake flowers, a dust-collecting replica of who I only wish to be, devoid of flaws and authenticity, a life-like fantasy?
As an exercise, I opened up to a trusted confidante and shared an error in judgment, a perceived flaw in my character.I wanted to bloom, allow myself to be vulnerable with the admission, and walk away feeling whole rather than unclothed.Although it wasn’t comfortable for me, baring my truth encouraged deeper personal inspection and a revelation.
Watching my words wisely in self-protective conversations, I may be giving the impression of confidence in my self-assured aspirations; but, I may also be lacking authenticity by omitting the finer details of a messy aging process.Within the constraints of self-imposed societal expectations, I am clearly missing opportunities to expose the authentic me.
Because impressions are perceived by the eye of the beholder, I recognize that I cannot impress everyone, just as I cannot always make a good first impression or a lasting impression.
What I can do is slowly allow my petals of authenticity to curl open and welcome closer examination, as I embrace each new step forward, on the path of discovery.I invite you closer, through my work today.