DAY 04: THE STORY OF YOU
Today we're exploring tell your story, your body's story. Let's get inspired by one part of our bodies and tell their story, focusing on a part of your body you can invite in compassion towards through this story.
You might use some of these suggestions or create your own. Let some of those stories of you spill out onto this page and into your photo today.
THESE FEET HAVE TAKEN ME...
THESE ARMS HAVE HELD...
THIS BELLY HAS NOURISHED...
THESE HANDS HAVE CREATED...
THESE EYES HAVE SEEN...
THESE EARS HAVE HEARD...
From October 4, 2022: THESE #EARS HAVE #HEARD my raspy #coughing spurred on by the #sickness that’s overtaken me this past week. And these ears have heard the sound of my iPhone #ringing in the early afternoon today, as well as the #sound of my doctor who phoned me after I had setup an appointment with him the day before to figure out why I’ve been so sick. And these ears have heard the sound of his soothing #voice come to a diagnosis as well as a course of action, involving me getting several tests done and then starting on a regiment of #antibiotics twice a day.
These ears have heard the sound of #water spraying out from a shower head as I felt it running through the hair on my head, down over my body to land on the shower floor, trickling towards and swirling down the drain.
These ears have heard the sound of a gentle summer’s breeze, slightly rustling the leaves of a big leaf maple as the #afternoon #sun shines down. And these ears have heard the #ocean waves crash and roll against the rocky shoreline of Acadia beach, as the sound of my sandalled feet pressing against the rocks enter my ear step by step, as my otherwise #nude body wanders southwest towards Wreck beach, cradled by, and fully immersed in the nature of this lonesome area.
And these ears have heard the sound of my canaries singing, six or seven of them across the span of my life so far, each one with its own unique song that filled my homes with a comforting joy that made them feel a little less lonely.
And these ears have heard the sound of my lover’s #breathing in unison with mine. And these ears have heard the sound of our lips kissing each other’s skin, as well as the sound of their fingers, hands, and arms caressing the skin of my body. And these ears have heard the sound of skin slapping against skin and the moaning and groaning that escaped our mouths until we each reached our own unique climactic sound, often a moaning and sighing of great release. And most memorable of all, these ears have heard the sound of my lover’s heartbeat pounding fast as the side of my face lay pressed against their chest as we both recover.
This was originally posted on Instagram and Flickr.
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Today’s photo prompt and reflective journaling questions was a part of the BE YOUR OWN BELOVED photo workshop challenge which is run several times throughout the year by photographer VIVIENNE McMASTER. It’s well worth signing up for, and doing alongside other participants. Note that there’s no requirement to share your photos outside of the group. You don’t even have to share the writing reflections with the group, let alone publicly as I do. It’s a very supportive and private safe space that McMaster provides.