Perspective And The View It Holds

It's been awhile now, hasn't it? I've been so busy traipsing across the states that my writing had to be put on hold... while my characters have been put in suspension, storylines have been put on hold and my thoughts... well let's just say I had to stop thinking for a bit! I needed to turn it all off, get and look at life from a different angle and enjoy some scenery of a far refreshing kind!

Writing I have always done. Maybe not quite in the fashion that I do now but I have written on and off for years... When I took up photography it mostly was by accident. My intention was never really to make a living at it. It was a journey that turned into a cathartic process. I needed to stop thinking. I needed to stop feeling... I needed to find a way to come out of an agoraphobic state and leave my house.  I needed to focus on something that I didn't already know and look at something from another angle. It wasn't necessarily how the camera was going to operate as to more of what could I find through a lens that I had not been looking at through my own eyes. Perspective can be so tunnel vision.  A person gets so used to seeing the same thing over a lifetime and they forget (even myself) to look outside and around... because there is just so much more to this life. "Just because this is all you know, that doesn't mean this is all there is!"

It was a combination of life crumbling and I needed to get out and find anything other than what I was going through. I needed to find myself somewhere on some road, some other place and in some other kind of life. The one I had been living had been horribly cruel and unfair. While typically I approach life with Pollyanna attitude, I couldn't anymore. Hurt, sick, anxiety ridden, emotionally beaten up...my heart tossed around.  I was done! Everything I knew to be true had turned out to be one big fat lie and as well as I thought I had taken care of myself,  environment decided differently.

I had even found that when I was painting, I was looking at things in layers. What would go first? Where did the horizon line lay?  Trying to focus in dimension what could be painted in to be put above, below, in front, in back... what could I paint in multi-Omni to give it more meaning and more depth. A fine artist I have never been... but now I too could understand the process of layering and what meant what, with each brush stroke. Perspective in all shades... many many colors to this life. I didn't want to miss out on any of it! Living life in color...loudly in color!

There are too many shades of happy and the sky is a variety of blue!

Direction and where was I going? Who or what was I going to leave behind... what seemed all so important didn't matter to me because I needed to matter. See perspective just doesn't happen overnight. One has to train the eye, the mind, the soul and the heart to look at things differently! It is a process... a long heart-wrenching process. Talking yourself out of something you believed in with every fiber of your being is grueling. Facing hard facts that the heart refuses to see... I think being hit over the head would have been easier to deal with... although the pain probably just the same.

It is easy to seek out what you already know. When a person focuses on what they already are familiar with... They never have to change them self to better or evolve into a higher being. It takes an aware evolved person to seek a higher quality of life. "It is not what you see but what you don't see that changes the perspective of everything."  It is too easy to seek and slide into a role, a position... a stale place just to exist in this life.  I wasn't going to do that! I refuse to do that!

So as I fought anxiety and tried to reason with sanity... I made myself leave my house and focus on what was ahead of me at that moment with my camera in hand! I can not tell you the amount of miles I have put on my car or the sets of tires I have gone through. LOL

Anyway, as luck has it and by grand design, perspective has changed. My mind sees things differently. My eyes look at things at a wide angle... a peripheral vision of sorts. Life happens from all sides... My ideas on how my life should be lived and what I choose to do to make a living has gained a broader perspective. I no longer think outside the box because I got rid of the box! It's now just what I do and how I live!

I travel. I work. I teach (painting). I write. I take photos... There is such a big world when you get off the only two streets you know!

I will add... my heart, it holds this great capacity for love. I am though holding out for Noble and Worthy! At 55, I can't allow the games that some play to dictate my life any longer. I need a person of integrity... someone who knows how to be honest!!! and understands the concept of  how to SPEAK AND ACT THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE! My perspective where love is concerned really didn't change... It is who I have always been and I see no reason to change that!

So until next time, which will be very soon, I'm on the road again... Big world! Get out and discover it!

Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie

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