On the second day of my period during a marital separation, feeling extra hormonal and mopey, I hopped on a bicycle and passed a scene that could only happen in New York. A scruffy-looking fellow who I probably would have mistaken for homeless except that he was riding an expensive-looking bicycle, was BLASTING Sinead O’Connor’s rendition of “Nothing Compares 2 U,” which—under the circumstances—brought tears to my eyes. I pedaled behind him for a few blocks, listening to the mournful […]
I love it here in the southwestern Mexican state of Oaxaca. The capital, Oaxaca de Juárez, which I have dubbed “ODJ”, makes for the perfect balance between relaxed and urban, and between grounded and sublime. ODJ is an undeniably unique, colorful, and charming city. Inquiring about my travels, my sister recently asked, “So, is this the real Mexico, or are there lots of Americans there?” I answered, “Both.” And for the next four weeks, I am fortunate to be among them.
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You find an old box of slides, untouched for years, containing images of loved ones long gone from the earthly plane. Get very quiet and you might hear them say: Come out and play . . . we’ll meet you halfway. Images are of my father, grandmother, and uncle, plus an unknown girl in the uppermost image. Originally captured in the 1960s and printed as slides, I used a Nikon to zoom into these images, thus converting them into digital format . . […]
“As someone who has been on this planet for 58 years this lifetime, I can tell you that there have always been frightening world problems. If you focus upon these problems, you will miss out on joy. If you fear the future, you will think improving your life is futile. If you’re waiting until there’s a magical peaceful moment in the world, you will miss out on the many peaceful moments in your personal world. Life goes by SO fast! […]
I’m determined to remain teachable . . . 1) For an entirely new perspective, look up. See what beauty might be found aloft. 2) Be the beacon of light that shines in the darkness, in the chaos, in the ever-changing kaleidoscope of seasons and locations. 3) Each molecule is infused with the infinite. 4) Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes. 5) When day turns to night and the temperatures drop, there is beauty yet to be found. 6) Dare […]
The wisdom of others teaches us how . . . 1) We each have a human body that lasts a hundred years if we are lucky. Every moment, every interaction, every day we are given the opportunity to learn from each other. The most difficult situations can be our greatest teachers. 2) Companionship is present in our lives in many forms. We are never truly alone. 3) The sight of the sky is a reminder of freedom, expansiveness, and possibility. […]
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The Couple: Jenny and Martin The Time: One Afternoon in Early June The Place: Wyck House on Germantown Ave in Philadelphia, PA, USA The Cameras: Nikon D3100 and Canon EOS Rebel T3 The Photographer: A Truly Honored and Humbled Gina Marie One moment in time. Two partners united, legally and spiritually, in the most sacred of ceremonies. Following are a few highlights . . .
“Thin are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! the shred of sleep that wavers with the spirit’s wind: But in half-dreams that shift and roll And still, remember and forget, My soul this hour has drawn your soul A little nearer yet.” -Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882), from “Insomnia” Bedtime for Baby Girl, © 2013 by Gina Marie Lazar Lovrencevic. All rights reserved.
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