I found that description of the video so moving, Layla. It's confronting seeing versions of younger selves in photos let alone film, especially if it's something we've never seen before? I felt like this when I came across a stash of photos from my teens that my dad had kept. I'd never seen them before and the version of me they showed was one I had wanted to forget. Thanks for sharing this x
exactly, never seen, perhaps a time hoped forgotten... also remembering the interior of that girl's world, versus the exterior of her seen with the perspective of 25 years... quite the thing, eh?
Oh, Layla, your words made me well up. The potent magic of that moment when your friend's observation shifts your self perception, is so powerful, like the breaking of a spell. This resonates deeply with me as I am trying to be my own friend and reframe moments in my past to see a different truth than the persistent narrative I have been carrying around with me for too long. I feel the vulnerability and strength in these magical acts. Thank you for sharing xx
Such a touching moment in time, Layla. Thank you for sharing it with us. It reminds me of some photos of me in my early 20s that I came across on an old acquaintance's Facebook a few years ago. They were taken before or after a pub gig, and I'm sitting facing the stage. You only see my back and my bob of brown hair. B immediately recognised me, and I was like, who even is she?
Ha! Your sharing reminded me of my scholarship in San Diego, writing my thesis on the Italian translation of the Beat generation. The best time in my life. Because I felt everything was possible. The difference now is that I know that everything is possible. In all the shades, though. Working on accepting even the darkest one. trying to reconnect a white deer with a lioness. Hugs.
Oh wow, what a fragment in time and it feels like such a tender sort of time, I love the realisation that you knew yourself all along. Body writing workshop sounds wonderful! xx
I found that description of the video so moving, Layla. It's confronting seeing versions of younger selves in photos let alone film, especially if it's something we've never seen before? I felt like this when I came across a stash of photos from my teens that my dad had kept. I'd never seen them before and the version of me they showed was one I had wanted to forget. Thanks for sharing this x
exactly, never seen, perhaps a time hoped forgotten... also remembering the interior of that girl's world, versus the exterior of her seen with the perspective of 25 years... quite the thing, eh?
loved this Layla, from a girl who was also always at her desk xx ps another yes please to a body writing workshop! x
We are clearly like moths to a flame 🥰
Super re body workshop 💙
I want to tap her on the shoulder and see if she’ll turn round and smile or tell me to Eff Off! 😂
ha! well she was quite rude to her friends, so I can't guarantee anything Mel! X
Oh, Layla, your words made me well up. The potent magic of that moment when your friend's observation shifts your self perception, is so powerful, like the breaking of a spell. This resonates deeply with me as I am trying to be my own friend and reframe moments in my past to see a different truth than the persistent narrative I have been carrying around with me for too long. I feel the vulnerability and strength in these magical acts. Thank you for sharing xx
yes, thank you for sharing this Rachel. the reframe is quite a strange yet powerful thing. The stories we have told ourselves rewritten x
Such a touching moment in time, Layla. Thank you for sharing it with us. It reminds me of some photos of me in my early 20s that I came across on an old acquaintance's Facebook a few years ago. They were taken before or after a pub gig, and I'm sitting facing the stage. You only see my back and my bob of brown hair. B immediately recognised me, and I was like, who even is she?
I find that so interesting, how others can recognise us, whereas we feel so changed... thanks for sharing too Annette x
A gorgeous note for the morning,enjoy your time in the garden.its frosty and fresh!💕
Yes, frost was glittering when I stepped out this morning!
Ha! Your sharing reminded me of my scholarship in San Diego, writing my thesis on the Italian translation of the Beat generation. The best time in my life. Because I felt everything was possible. The difference now is that I know that everything is possible. In all the shades, though. Working on accepting even the darkest one. trying to reconnect a white deer with a lioness. Hugs.
Oh wow, what a fragment in time and it feels like such a tender sort of time, I love the realisation that you knew yourself all along. Body writing workshop sounds wonderful! xx