Slight Shifts of Perspective...
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Hello Friends, I’m back from several days away, camping and teaching at an event with friends I rarely get to see. It was nice to get away from my usual work, and spend time in Northern California, making magic, listening to music, writing, and walking among the live oaks. It was not completely out of my experience, but was the slight shift in perspective that I needed. No earth shattering revelations appeared, rather, a few quiet voices confirmed some things I already knew, and highlighted work I thought completed, that apparently has another round or three to go. The power of these slight shifts of perspective was brought home again on one of this week’s walks. I paused to photograph a cluster of pink roses, framing each shot differently. Mostly, I was attracted to the rain drops dotting the leaves. When I got home to look at the photos, I realized that the rain drops are barely present in the images. However, the slight differences in my framing highlighted a rose bud in one photo, while in the other, the pink petals of the two fully unfurled roses were the stars of the show. Perspective is all about what we notice and what is foregrounded, or brought to our attention. It makes me wonder: How much do we miss? What do we take for granted? What exactly do we need to see, or hear, or taste, or smell, or feel? Wishing you whatever perspective shifts you need this week. Best wishes — Thorn News:For the month of October, 50% of proceeds from ThornCoyleBooks will go to hurricane relief. That includes my oracle deck and ebooks. The Cozy Mystery ebook event is still going on: October Cozy Mysteries
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T. Thorn Coyle
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