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| Sometimes daring seems so different, it's then people appreciate there's sometimes sense in being cautious. |
I READ more than once that people mistrust the sight of a woman alone, because they're wondering what she wants.
I guess the"logic" is that a woman without a man, or a child, or a female friend, but especially a man, is clearly in need of something.
It' not as bad here these days as it used to be years ago. But I am aware it's there: She's walking alone. What does she want? And would she take it from me?
Or else there's the thought, "Should I see her off?" Even a try. Then the wake up to the reality that monkey doesn't always know what tree to climb when I take a turn back in their tail and defend my sacred space and sovereignty, sometimes QUITE loudly.
That's with regular life, though ... if you should even call that kind of misogyny "regular life." It's different with the photography. For the most part, people just left me alone. Now, I'm getting a clear picture that those days are over, and I need to be a little more wily, or out-and-out furtive as I go about the business of capturing my country in still life.
Walk gently with your guard
Aside from the instances when people have asked me what I am doing with accusatory inflections, I've started having mishaps.
The first real one was just funny, albeit uncomfortable. The second, still funny, but far more potentially dangerous. A cool head and a sense of humour saw me safely through (you know I'll post all about it soon-come).
I have learned to more carefully, metaphorically and physically, watch where I put my foot. Still, it's like I am being talked to, in and out my Self.
For a few weeks now I have been telling myself to watch out that I'm not getting a trifle obsessive with the photo-taking; and I should focus as much energy on the writing and disseminating aspect of my re-imagining Media via blogging.
Now stuff is happening.
It's like when gypsy-I would move to a new place and everything would be fresh and unknown, with that stranger-in-a-strange-land glow to it, that for me is the equivalent of new car smell. Then people in the area would start to greet me; then they'd get familiar; then too familiar; then take liberties; then wax dangerous; then I would start feeling, "It's time to start looking to move"; then it was time to move.
Does it sound very hoodoo? It's just science, though: E =, and all that.
Storms don't just spring themselves upon us. They come in the wake of copious warnings. They send signs: Dear puny human, I'm on my way. Not sure of ETA, but by all means act like you're expecting me!
Help awareness
When we commit to something, when we become serious about something that serves, we receive help. I do believe.
That help may come as messages clear as signposts or, like dream-speak, needing to be decoded.
It is for our advancement in the longview. It is the way of insisting we develop, expand, evolve, pay attention.
People always see the part of growing and changing that relies on daring. They less appreciate the part that calls for being careful.
I have a vision: a renaissance of open and roots Media and community in TnT.
I have started to make it happen, hoping, "If I build it they will come"; but entirely willing and able to go it alone for as long as need be.
Though I am not alone. Not really.
I have a vision, I say.
To make it real, I have to be here, in life ... alive.
"Take care," I feel I am being told.
I should listen, eh.
Come Good
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