In his four years, I've taken a multitude of photos of my grandson but in the last few months, I've started asking first, and when I saw him yesterday, he said he appreciated that, and he would let me know if he wanted his picture taken, or not.
I replied that when I don't see him, I take photos of birds, plants, animals, the landscape, and the ocean. He asked me if I ask them first, and I've been thinking about that. I think I do, not directly but with sort of a heart tug of connection and acknowledgment.
Recently I read an article on getting rid of "clutter" and why sometimes it's difficult. It suggested the "stuff" might also be attached to us. It's a two-way street. This has allowed me to be more respectful of what, where, and when I release. I find it comforting to acknowledge that it isn't all about me, but that I live in a world of connection, attachment, and bonds that come together and sometimes fall apart.
Low tide outside the medical office yesterday
Mirrored
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