I recently got a small point and shoot camera purely so I could leave my phone at home or in the room or whatever... but on several occasions have said the same thing to myself or others. "Let's just snap a mind memory of this - we'll remember it different." Maybe it's just us creatives, the meaning makers and metaphor miners--but there's also something about experiencing things alone. I have a weird relationship to the photos of an experience. It's deeper than the place and time, it's a record of who I was becoming and being shaped into. A milestone marker on the trail of life. When we lose people, it's like we've lost a partial personal historian who knew the trailheads and terrain. Photos can serve as the evidence that who we were was real--even if we were the only ones to see it. But ultimately, people have been living and leaving things forever without pictures--but that's why we learned language and painting and song and dance... as a way to weave experiences for those who weren't there to witness it.
Thank you for sharing, Beth! I have pictures in my mind, through your words. Could it be that being truly present imbeds those images in your mind, rather than in your phone?
Beautiful and deeply resonating. Thank you for sharing your writing and your heart, Beth 🤍
🤍🤍🤍 thank you!
I recently got a small point and shoot camera purely so I could leave my phone at home or in the room or whatever... but on several occasions have said the same thing to myself or others. "Let's just snap a mind memory of this - we'll remember it different." Maybe it's just us creatives, the meaning makers and metaphor miners--but there's also something about experiencing things alone. I have a weird relationship to the photos of an experience. It's deeper than the place and time, it's a record of who I was becoming and being shaped into. A milestone marker on the trail of life. When we lose people, it's like we've lost a partial personal historian who knew the trailheads and terrain. Photos can serve as the evidence that who we were was real--even if we were the only ones to see it. But ultimately, people have been living and leaving things forever without pictures--but that's why we learned language and painting and song and dance... as a way to weave experiences for those who weren't there to witness it.
This this this. I want to read an entire book from you on this. Encapsulated the complexity of it perfectly.
Thank you for sharing, Beth! I have pictures in my mind, through your words. Could it be that being truly present imbeds those images in your mind, rather than in your phone?
I love you. I loved this. Inspiring me always ✨✨