Meri's Musings

The word for the day is raindrops. Raindrops on roses, raindrops hanging for dear life on the leaves and twigs of my coral bark maple. Raindrops dripping down your face like tears. Raindrops pattering a soothing sound on your roof. Raindrops filling the creek behind my house so the ducks can body-surf from the bridge to the pond. Raindrops. Have any fallen lately into your life? Are they helping things grow or making you think you might drown? If there's too much rain falling around you, stop complaining. Complaining doesn't stop the rain. It makes you focus on what you don't want. Just let your friends shelter you with their umbrellas of love.

I'm looking out the window, happy to be warm and dry as I watch the rain sheet down and wash away the fall color. I think back to the paintbox of reds and oranges and golds and yellows that decorated upstate New York and soaked us in a riot of color. "Communion" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian I remember a Saturday filled with color and kites and wind turbines, friendships formed over food and images, beautiful souls shining through their vessels. "Soaring" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian. "Harvesting Wind" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian I think of metaphors and shooting photos of a woman on a fence, "Kissed with Light" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian watching the light dance off the planes of her face, and wondering if she sees herself as beautiful like the camera sees her. "Wondering" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian Probably not. It's easy for us to see the beauty around us. It's much harder to see the beauty within us, even when it lights up the...

Before the Egypt portion of my journey, before a madcap 32 hours in Manhattan, there was a photo workshop. Jan Phillips gave each of us, the seven of us, a word as an assignment. Take a photo, she said, that conveys the meaning of the word. Or not, as you choose. My word was oneness. Make me one with everything.