In these last days of summer…
I feel the chill breath of autumn on my skin
the sun rises cold in a clear sky
and I watch each day end
with sadness in my heart
Someone wrote in a comment recently about the deep sadness she feels every day as a survivor of childhood abuse. I also feel a similar deep sadness that is always with me. Her comment made me think about how I live with my sadness. This art journal post is the result but so, I think, is my whole blog. My sadness fills every page and post. It looks through the lens of my camera, it powers my pen when I write and it guides my hand through every creation. It pours into every creative thing I do. It is maybe like the image of the old journal that I use for these pages. Its age and experience is there in its stained, yellowing pages that colour everything created on them. It has lost the clean whiteness that comes from something pure and newborn, it has been shaped by the life it has lived.
Although I would never have chosen the life I have been given I find profound beauty and solace in poetry and photography that I may never have experienced if I had lived a different life. It moves me that my words and images find a place in other peoples’ hearts and that they can express something personal for each person, whatever their situation.