Photo – a present to yourself Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and […]
My husband shot this image. It means a good deal to me. For one reason he is not the best photographer and this is easily one of my favorite pictures of me ever. He did very well. Second the circumstances around this image were harsh. Naturally the henna was awesome. The woman who did it constructed it as part seva/part art therapy for her and her fertility obstacles. All of that was lovely. We sat on the grass under the fruit trees on a warm May week day while peacocks sang in the distance. A neighbor had peacocks nearby who was also pregnant and had her belly painted that week. After the artist took some images and left, my husband who just got home from work took this.
The hard part behind this image was that a circumstance had come up for two weeks that had overshadowed my pregnancy and made my world dark and murky. This last minute henna session was part of me reclaiming that I was not going to let circumstances out of my control bully me and this magical time of my life. This was an emotionally charged day for me to get back to honoring my body and my baby. It was a day to know what mattered in this world.