The Healing Pond

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Photo taken in Southampton

Laying on my back on the sofa, I allow the muscles in my hips, shoulders and thighs to melt into the surface of the cushions; my legs sway a little as they naturally stop in their place. The tension behind my eyes are released, the feeling of peace reverberates to the centre of my body. Rising and falling, the air in my chest flows instinctively— slowly inhale, slowly exhale. My fingers slide apart into the sofa, the palms of my hands become soft as of a lovers graze. A gentle breeze, from no where, runs up my arm as the conjoined quiver slides down my spine; a large exhale.

As I sink deeper into myself, I begin to visualise a small pond surrounded by firm palm trees; the lines in their trunks are profound and distinct. The water is forming soft ripples, gliding along the surface, as if being combed by the wind. I walk slowly towards the pond and look down into it; blue light emanating from the bottom. My curiosity takes control as I try to get a clearer look at what’s there— diving into the water. Bubbles of all sizes form around my body, a bleak grey steam dissolves off my skin into the water, I’m rotating my arms to propel me into the depths of the pond.

Plunging through the mist, the blue light becomes more refine, revealing a cluster of very large clear quartz crystals— covering the entire floor of the pond, their pointed tips facing up towards me. I float in suspension, bewildered by the amount of crystals before me. The energy they emit sends tingles throughout my body. The vibration leaving me paralysed, my body starts to drift. Losing my poise, my back is pointed towards the crystals. The blue light beginning to enter the pores of my left arm, seeping into my cells, causing them to glow white. Lines of white light extend to my heart as it circulates through my body; the incandescent light encased my entire being.

Starting from my feet going up, my body becomes fragmented. Tiny balls form as they start to vibrate faster and faster and clash into each other vigorously. From where my head used to be, a crystallized head starts to form. My crystal-quartz-transparent-human-body floats in the middle of the pond, glowing yellow aura a few inches away from me, as I attempt to move my finger tips.

I breathe steadily as I move my toes and stretch my arms. I am recreated in higher vibration; my body feeling smooth and silky against the sofa. I slowly open my eyes and bring myself back to my reality, ready to share this new energy with the world.

Fragile (Originally 04-Nov-2014)

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Taken in Long Island City, with background view of NYC

A few weekends ago I hung out with my cousin and took some amazing photos for him. It runs in the family when it comes to art, he’s a musician and producer. However, this lovely photo here has a friend of mine who didn’t feel she look great in photos. It’s a bit of a challenge for me when someone says they look bad in photos because that really pushes me to find that right angle, lighting and motivation. It took her about 45 minutes, with the encouragement from my cousin and I, to get her to feel comfortable enough for posing. We were in Long Island City and as you can see the sun was setting behind the buildings. I love this because it really brings out the essence of who she is. To me she has a gentle fragility to her that is utter brilliance.

A lot of us have this, the fragile part that wants to be loved, catered to and accepted. The true beauty in it is to actually see it. Take it in for what it is and embrace it as your own. Majority of the time in my life I’m always observing, taking in and admiring the people, places and subtleties of life. I do often daydream and it allows me to be even more creative with my photography.

I could say, for the most part, this photo brings out the essence of my own heart, as my subject has already expressed to me the strength and beauty of fragility, with her own heart.

Leaps (Originally 30-Jul-2014)

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Photo taken in Washington D.C on a trampoline 

I sincerely miss this young girl. Her heart is one the biggest I’ve even met in my life. I used to work with her mother as a videographer and things went south. It was very depressing for me that I h)(ad reoccurring dreams of this young girl. In this photo she’s about ten years old. She was born deaf and wears what they call “Magic Ears,” basically hearing aids that have been implanted in her brain. I remember often times I would lip talk to her when she took the “Magic Ears” out and how her singing was always off turn because of the way she heard things. A very unique person that has come and gone in my life and I would only hope to see her again. She is defiantly a star in the making and very impressionable in the heart.

Practically the only photo I have of her and I together as we’re jumping on a trampoline. An overcast day somehow has the light hidden behind us as it illiterates the truth of us coming from a place of oneness and enchantment. A photo I hold dear to me.