Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Looking up

I think this was one of those moments when I took the camera
and pointed it up the massive rock
into the sky winking at me

I like looking up
and I like just pointing the camera up and clicking.

I don't look up as in, "Wow, look how far I have to climb!"
I really, really, really try not to be that type of person.
I prefer looking down and saying, "Wow, look how far I've climbed!"

Despite chronic depression, I'm an optimistic person.
 I don't shout it from the roof tops;
mine is more low-key foundational. 

I do let my depression visit occasionally.

I find that if I don't invite it in for a short visit,
it sneaks in and hides.

This creates far more havoc,
because depression then insidiously nibbles
at my mind and emotions 
while I blithely think,
"Hey, I'm doing great!" 

I don't permit lingering,
but we do exchange thoughts.

After its departure, I know myself
a little better
my compassion and patience jar is a bit fuller.

Then I take my camera and look up in wonder and awe
and then look down in wonder and awe.
The wonder and awe parts
are the key
at least for me.


  1. What a great post! The picture is beautiful, but I really loved what you wrote.

  2. Thanks for sharing your innermost secrets...depression is like a visitor...a personage of some sort, someone to handle politely. Great post!

  3. what an awesome photo ... I wasn't sure at first whether I was looking down into a pool of water or up at the sky ... your description is wonderful

  4. The Rocks sure caught my attention. One of my favorite things to look at.

    I also identified with you re: the "depression". I don't always fight it away; sometimes I just settle in and let it live there for a while. Then I kick forward again, not letting it run, or ruin, my life.


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