Each of us are a product of our upbringing. what we see, hear, feel, learn from our fathers or mothers, neighbors or strangers, imbeds in our heart and mind. anger or happiness. idleness or commitment, war or peace. every experience, every action or inaction, word or expression, becomes who we are once adults. with so much we can do in achieving as humans, the weakness we impose through suffering, unkind acts, oppression upon others, war and displacement, all burden humanity. working in studio today, again i could not shake these continued realities, recalling a disturbing wall of art i once saw in kabul, sketched in black chalk...by children. bearing witness to years, decades of war, pain and weakness, teaches us nothing more than to repeat such actions, a circle of misery that knows no end, until we awaken to the harm we cause, the need to accept in equality, for peace and hope, our sisterhood and brotherhood. @natgeo@natgeocreative@thephotosociety@viiphoto#kabul#afghanistan#childsdrawing#drawing#tanks#battle#war#pain#suffrage#weakness#achievepeace
She hid from rain, running beneath a whimsical, smiling umbrella. this evening in thought with the more than 30,000 displaced lives i met in 2014, from syria, at a refugee camp in turkey. a pensive reminder to the difficulties still carried by millions on our earth today. in deep respect by the strength shown in many who have the courage to leave everything, seeking a better life, no matter how difficult the journey. safeguarding themselves, their children, from those who oppress, control, limit our spirit, our inalienable right as humans to be free. with opportunities. in peace. in balance. to be accepted, no matter who we are. this pink umbrella made me smile that beautiful rain-filled afternoon in september.
Not forgotten. watching, attuned. playing a charade under a heart of nature. wheels worn by experience, patient in compassion and respect for those who may pass. in fear of knowing ourselves, we reverse our gaze from these eyes of excitement. what they have witnessed. power and strength, the ability to traverse any obstacle life can hurl. a sage within our shadows, in veiled smile, she waits in enduring bagaran, to bestow wisdom for our journey ahead. if only we would stop, listen. remember.
We awaken each morning to thoughts. in question. a yearning that knows answers without asking. one evening, before such awakening, i took a ride in this car of exceptional colors. the journey already in motion, asking only two words, "take me", to the kind man of fewer syllables. and so he did, about the streets of rangoon, plush in velvet chairs, garlands swaying at every turn, through illustrations of life. that evening, in pilgrimage, pieces of one long narrative brings us to this day. tomorrow this mysterious wander continues, as it does for all of us, into answers without questions.
We begin this life not knowing judgements against others. never concerned by race, gender, hatred, greed or malice. a first child, his parents were kind, warm, equally supporting. i often think of 5 month-old, jonathan, whenever hearing tales of indifference, hatred towards another, traits that stain us, permeates negativity to ourselves and society. in a few months i return to rio for a workshop, eager to see this gentle fellow now touching the age of 5. sensing his parents mutual respect will have been given, knowing we are all the same, no matter who we are or what life has already chosen for us. kindness, that knows only truth.