Fear. Some time ago, in a safe space, fear, as I knew it to be at that moment, was placed it in a box. The metaphorical box was locked and wrapped in enchantments. The key and spells to release in my possession. That next year was spent with a newly minted no-fear attitude. I began to learn about real joy and contentment. It was an amazing lesson and opportunity offered to me which I am grateful I embraced.
Since then, new fears crop up and are faced, one at a time. Confronted for what they really are, and then packed up to continue on with me or left where they were discovered. Releasing fear, seeing it for its reality, have been life altering. I know I will spend my life doing the same, recognizing, confronting and deciding how to move forward.
Despite fear of writing and allowing others to read the (my) words, I’m here, in this space, writing, struggling with letting the words flow. Will they be in the right order? Will they make sense once they are out of my head in black and white? Will they be judged worthy? My guess is, sometimes yes, sometimes no. Despite my life-long love of photography, I’m here, sharing, exposing myself as it were. Hoping others will see a glimpse of my vision.
The vulnerability of allowing others in on this level, daunting. Nevertheless, I am here. Ready for it, whatever it is.
Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.
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