
she knows things.
girl from shampura, rajasthan, india, 2009
i love the bit of skepticism in this girl's expression. its like she knows something more than the rest of us. mixed in with her innocence and curiosity is an element of penetrating wisdom (and maybe even a little sarcasm). i would love to have known the goings on in her mind when i took this photo of her.
if only.
i am feeling that edgy angst and inertia again. the state of being that follows the announcement of still time. the one that would rather do anything but hear the hungers and confusions that wrestle when i sit.
a new level of honesty is coming on. and with it i fear tornadoes and sink holes.
oh, but to be back in that room again. far away. with cups of tea and questions.
convergence.
and an interpreter.












27 January, 2010
I’ve got nothing smart or insightful to say but I can’t wait to see where you’re going. Because I know you’re evolving into something even more inspiring. And we won’t let you fall while it happens.
xx
27 January, 2010
you know i think if you listen hard, that interpreter is inside you honey.
i’m sitting beside you holding your hand, whispering in your ear ‘YOU are amazing’.
xxx
27 January, 2010
I love that you say you are sitting still, but that this post is buzzing – fizzing – with energy! You are on the verge of something amazing, and I am so happy to know you and to be able to support you as you get there -
LOVE to you!
xoox
29 January, 2010
I’d love to join you for that cup of tea. So yearning to rediscover my state of inertia.
29 January, 2010
I am digging the expression on that girl’s face, too! Her expression arrested me as soon as I saw it. I, too, would love to know what is running through her mind … not just in that specific moment, but on a regular basis. Thanks for sharing this photograph with us!
Btw, your words “convergence. and an interpreter” keep striking me as the name of something … a book? a blog? I like it.
I can appreciate that struggle of wrestling the restless demons to the ground so that truth can rise to the surface in the stillness. I really hate that struggle. I wonder what that struggle has to teach us? Like, what is it really saying to us when it’s resisting the stillness? So often I tell that demon it is my enemy … but perhaps it has something important to say to me. I wonder what that would be?