senses. dahlia garden.

{smell}

{see}

{hear}

{taste}

{touch}

{and know}

where: Dahlia and Rose Gardens, Point Defiance Park
when: August 18, 2013

For several years now, I've been using my senses as a creative writing and photography prompt. They are my favorite creative tool because they are always available and they connect me to this present moment right here. Finding my senses through my camera lens (or through words) helps me get out of my head and often anchors me and reminds me to notice the beauty around me. I also use it as a meditation. And I always try to include a sixth sense of "know" that represents what I know in this moment. 

You can read more about this practice in my book Inner Excavation: Explore Your Self Through Photography, Poetry, and Mixed Media. 

See past posts about the senses here. If you join in with your own senses practice, I'd love to hear about it.

senses. a sunday morning adventure in january

{see}

{touch}

{smell}

{taste}

{hear}

{and know}

 

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where: Pike Place Market
when: January 20, 2013

For several years now, I've been using my senses as a creative writing and photography prompt. My senses are my favorite creative tool because they are always available! Finding my senses through my camera lens (or through words) is a great exercise to help me get out of my head and often anchors me and reminds me to notice the beauty around me. I also use it as a meditation.

You can read more about this practice in my book Inner Excavation: Explore Your Self Through Photography, Poetry, and Mixed Media. 

See past posts about the senses here. If you join in with your own senses post, please come back and let me know or send me an email.  

senses . backyard spring

{see}

{taste}

{smell}

{hear}

{touch}

{know}

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where: my backyard
when: april 12, 2011 

several years ago, i was drawn to the creative exercise of finding the senses in a moment through writing and photography. i often return to this exercise to help me get out of my head. i find that it anchors me and reminds me to notice the beauty around me.

see past posts about the senses here.

senses. a lilac tree (before the wind storm).

 {see}

{hear}

{smell}

{taste}

{touch}

{and know}

senses. backyard (cherry tree) pause.

today, when the sun hides behind the endless white and grey sky, i pushed myself to get outside and breathe in the crisp air and notice the beauty that awaits if i just open my eyes, my heart...

{see}

i pause, close my eyes, feel my feet beneath me, and remember.  

{smell}

opening my eyes, i look up and soak in the whispers of spring.

{hear}

i lean in and breathe deeply as honey-inspired blooming fills me.

{taste}

the water drips overhead and seeks, pools, shines. i reach my fingers toward the sparkling droplets.

{touch}

and with each breath, each moment, each reminder, you are here.

{know}

senses. afternoon exploration.

 {hear}

{touch}

{taste}

{see}

 {smell}

 {and know}

senses. a glass for one.

{see}

{hear}

{touch}

{smell}

{taste}

{and know}

november 14

 

me and my dad . long ago

i hear the laughter and the sounds from the carousel as we spin spin spin and go up and down and pretend we are flying. i smell the popcorn and see all the faces from up above. i taste a tinge of fear with the excited butterflies in my belly. i feel my hair flying around me and then i grip the side again as soon as i finish waving. as the deflated, oh we are going down now sound signals the end of this adventure, i hear myself, "can we go again?" but then we are off to peter pan or mr. toad's or the people movers, which i can never get enough of. this laughter. this "yes, we can go again." this holding onto a hand you trust. this is what i know.