I didn’t have a shoot of any kind this weekend. Apart from meeting with clients and spending time with the kids I also spend some time thinking and taking stock. You know those days when something happens that knocks you to the ground and you find it extra hard to get up – I had such a day on Friday. And the whole weekend I was plagued with self-doubt and a sense of insecurity.
“Sometimes it is much easier to believe the bad stuff that we don’t even want to hear the good stuff. We are afraid that all that is holding us together is the armor we’ve put on to survive what is hard” – I love the books by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. And it was through reading her book over the weekend that I found the courage to believe in myself and ignore the little voices that threaten to strip me from my creativity and confidence. Courage to believe that I am a good mother even though my children watch too much TV and don’t eat healthy enough, courage to believe that I will take better care of myself and my own health, that I am deserving of the blessing of being able to do what I love and that even though my intentions are sometimes misunderstood I am inherently by nature a well-meaning kindred spirit.
And by believing this, the love and blessings flow so richly back into my life – the soft touch of my daughter’s lips against my cheek followed by a hug that speaks of a deep and unconditional love, the encouraging words of a partner that is enormously proud of me and what I have achieved in such a short time and the comfort of a cosy bed to lie in and listen to the soft rain falling outside my window. And then I echo the words of Oriah: ” It’s a day when I rest easy in a mysterious knowing that there is enough – enough time and money and energy and heart in the world and in my life, a day when I know I am enough”.
Photo taken at Witsand in the Western Cape – a place where my spirit roams free!