Saddle up

E a r l y morning and

the c h i l d r e n ‘ s voices

have j o i n e d in with the choir of birds

announcing day b r e a k.

I would have rather not k n o w n

preferred to lay

i g n o r a n t

between the w a r m t h

of the s h e e t s .

In a s t a t e

b e t w e e n worlds

neither h e r e nor t h e r e

my s u b c o n s c i o u s

in charge

my d r e a m s t a t e

at the r e i n s .

t’was n o t to be.

so,

good m o r n i n g

s a d d l e u p

let’s r i d e

this p o n y

 

 

 

 

The hills are alive with the sound of children

 

 

Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown

 

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And so it begins

And so it begins. The next chapter opening before me like a flower in bloom. I am calm. My usual state of letting my mind run on over drive, hyping up the rest of me, is strangely absent. I am focused. I am ready. Calmly waiting for it all to begin. Here’s to the rest of my life. Living, loving, with grace.

I am blessed to have shared many conversations lately, with people, about people. Especially about my love of  finding out things about people you could/would never have guessed upon your initial meetings and sometimes even well beyond that. Things you don’t even know about people you’ve known for some time. I love the fact that we are all a kaleidoscope of life –  lives even. Some we show to some and some we show to others and some we keep only for ourselves.

It is one of the main reasons I love photography. Being able to tell a visual narrative of (an aspect of) someone’s life. To select what you think best visually tells a particular person’s story. To all of my friends reading this, be prepared to receive a phone call from me in the not too distant future to ask you to allow me to document an aspect of you and your life. Please say yes.

We are all connected. We all share stories. It is how we know who we are.

reflected

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All images Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown.