The Inner Path of Photography

We yearn for the taste of the sacred…and through our cameras discover it, the world, and ourselves.

Tag: morning meditation

“Exquisite”

“And what of the clouds?” she says
“They dance the beauty of your soul,” he replies

 

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Deep.
Sacred.

Such is the true nature of passion.

The Heart unfolds its layers
offers its mysteries
opens and softens to Love

Invites the Known
Risks the Unknown

Will the Light expand or the Heart be veiled again?

the Beauty is constant
Passion still alive

Soul’s gift –
Always living from the Exquisite


Image: “Sacred Passion” Heidi Straube, © 2017

Dock to the Unknown

Five years later – my photo poem still true for me and actively relevant this day. May you also choose the magic.

The Inner Path of Photography

“These unexpected gifts of magic still continue
their source as mystifying as ever
whether the “face” before me
Is human, cloud, ice, fire…”

–  Minor White

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An approaching storm

Beauty….or Fear?
a choice

Walking forward, not able to see what is at the end of this dock
this day
this life

We can choose to see the light…or darkness.

I choose the magic.

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“Derek Walcott, Poet of the Caribbean”

“For every poet, it is always morning in the world,” he said. “History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History.”

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Photo ©Jill Krementz, All Rights Reserved

 

I seek,

As climate seeks its style, to write
Verse crisp as sand, clear as sunlight,
Cold as the curled wave, ordinary
As a tumbler of island water.

– Derek Walcott, “Islands”

“I come from a place that likes grandeur; it likes large gestures; it is not inhibited by flourish; it is a rhetorical society; it is a society of physical performance; it is a society of style,” he told The Paris Review in 1985. “I grew up in a place in which if you learned poetry, you shouted it out. Boys would scream it out and perform it and do it and flourish it. If you wanted to approximate that thunder or that power of speech, it couldn’t be done by a little modest voice in which you muttered something to someone else.”

NYTimes Article, 3/17/2017, “Derek Walcott, Poet and Nobel Laureate of the Caribbean, Dies at 87,” William Grimes, photo ©Jill Krementz

Heidi Straube – Inner Path Photography

“My studio…today”

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May you feel the majesty of Life today.

Image: “Majesty of Life”
© 2016 Heidi Straube

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