Sunday, March 07, 2010

Doing The Deeper Work

Photography Challenge from the SOAR Forum form January, 2010.
It's taken this long for me to get up the nerve to do this because I must say this was indeed a challenge as I'm far more comfortable behind the lens than in front of it.
My self-portrait: This was completed using just the light from one candle. I used the dark colors and minimal lighting, because that is the way I feel more comfortable - in black, in the darkness, away from others, alone with my intense emotional grief and very real physical pain.
I've pretty much stayed home since my car accident in March 2007, except for doctor appointments and such unless my husband or daughter is with me.
I've been "in hibernation mode" since my son's car accident in December of 2005, thus the significance of the heart pendant necklace with my son's picture on it.
Being put on disability in '07 after my own accident, which also caused me to lose a the best job I ever had, having to stay at home...alone more than ever, has caused me to become a recluse. I am very self-conscious, have always had very poor self-esteem and also have a lot of self doubt about my photography skills...let's just say those negative voices are never quiet in my mind.
After taking the leap of faith and participating in the SOAR Scholarship in December of 2009, I made a pact with myself to try and learn how to live again...to come out of the darkness of that horrible black depression since my son's death, and try to step back into the light of day....while conquering my fears of failure, learning to embrace courage and quit being a recluse. I'm headed in the direction of the light - to escape the darkness that surrounds and suffocates me...and believe me when I say, it has been a difficult journey, but a necessary one. I need to find a "new normal" since nothing can be the same after losing my only beloved son ~ He would want me to get out of this darkness and into the light...this is my goal in 2010 - to gain the courage to learn to live again.
My object: An old battered trunk, bound with heavy chains and secured with a heavy lock...but also there is a key there that can open the trunk. This photo is also shrouded in darkness.
To me it represents how I have had so much tragedy in my life, in addition to the heart-breaking loss of my son...that I feel as if I am bound up by heavy chains in a very dark place. Not only is my life being smothered by the shut-in feeling, but the lock and chains feel like it has my creativity  stifled while my desire to do things other than hide from the world in my heartache and pain, was lost forever, when we buried our 19 year old son.
Yet, I believe and am hoping that the significance of the key in the photo is showing me that there is a method of escaping the locked in feeling. I just need to be strong enough to pick up that key, put it in the padlock and turn it so that lock may be opened, the chains can fall away and I can be free of the things from my past that have held me down....If I can just get that to that key and unlock the chains....I will have the opportunity to reach for my dreams and soar like an eagle.
Later today (since it's already tomorrow (12:39 a.m.)
I will be continuing on with my studies of the word, COURAGE,
dissecting it letter by letter in my quest to find what it really means to have true courage in my new journey towards living again.
© 2010 Susan Reynolds ~ The Digital Artist
P.S. This was an especially insightful experience since we used this Photography Exercise for our first meeting of the
SOARority Sisters of Central California, learning what our photos looked like and how they made others think and feel about what they saw in the pictures.  

Friday, February 19, 2010

Facing Reality...COURAGE (R = REALITY)

I need to clarify something about the
previous post. I am not looking for
sympathy or pity...almost everyone has
suffered a loss of some kind in their
lives. The object of my last post was
having the courage to face the
photograph that gave proof
of the REALITY of my own heartbreak
and how I am learning to face
it and in the process try to understand
how to live again...despite my heartbreak.
It has been a long 4+ years...and
the process will take many more.
I'm not giving up on life...just giving in
enough to allow myself to really feel the 
hurt and to process the pain, so that
eventually healing can come.
So now that I come to think of it,
after an email from another mother
that lost her daughter...yes...my word for
the letter R in COURAGE would have
to be REALITY...learning to face the
REALITY of that photo and the
REALITY of that tragic accident that
took away our only beloved son.
I must face REALITY instead of trying
to hide from it if I shall ever gain
True COURAGE.
Facing this REALITY has put me
under for almost three weeks. It is
truly a long, hard journey...down
this road called grief.
~ COURAGE ~
R = REALITY

Thursday, February 18, 2010

My Soul Is Crushed Within Me R = Reality

I know this is a photography
blog that is supposed to be a journey
towards courage...no...I have not
made a u-turn...I have stopped to
face the pain that is crushing the
very life out of me right now...
I can do nothing more courageous
right now than face this horrendous
reality that William is truly gone...
He is gone from us on this earth.
It is that fatal Reality and awfulness
of it all that I must face and
conquer...no....it will not ease
the pain of losing my son...
but I will know that I had the courage
to look at this newspaper photo...
They never let me actually see the car...
Facing this photo is surely a
journey on the road to courage.
How could this be all that was
left of the car you were driving...
after they pulled it out of eight
feet of icy cold water at the
bottom of that ravine?
Your dad saw the car a few
days later and said it couldn't
even be recognized as a Camaro
because it was so crushed and
the top had been cut off to get
you out of the car...I can't even
begin to imagine your suffering
my own little precious son...
Dear God...Oh Dear God...
I wish this had never happened...
They wouldn't let your Dad or me
anywhere near the site and
we needed to be there...we
needed to help get our baby out...
but they wouldn't let us anywere
that was close to you.
The death-grip settled upon
our shocked hearts so tightly
as we waited hours for news
whether it was you or not...
Surely it couldn't be...yet
in our hearts the fear was
overpowering, suffocating us.
And then we heard word
for sure that you were
positively identified...
No...not my baby...not my
Sweet William...No...No...No...
You were too young to die,
especially in such an awful
tragic way...There had to
be some kind of mistake...
But there wasn't....it was our son.
It was you, our Sweet William...
Today 4 years, 2 months & 16 days
later from the day you went
missing while on your way to
work early on that stormy morning
December 2, 2005...and now
the pain rushes back with the
intensity of a raging unexpected
flash-flood that strikes out of
no where...the memories from that
freezing long night of waiting
for the dive team & rescue workers
to pull the car up to see what
was there...finality...after 4 long
heart-wrenching days
of searching with hundreds
of family & friends, detectives,
the CHP and helicopters...
for our only beloved son...
CalTrans workers, finally found
pieces of a blue car strewn
down the ravine....
after waiting to hear...while they 
wouldn't let us near the scene...
it was almost 4 hours later...
that we found out that for sure
on that awful night of Dec 5, 2005.
Dear God my heart hurts so badly
tonight...I am alone with only the
memories and pain of it all &
it is just crushing the very
life-breath out of me tonight.
I feel that I just cannot bear it...
yet I must face this horrific
pain and learn to be courageous
through it....I must learn to fight
the tendencies to hide-away in my
bed to numb my mind from
the shattering reality.
My son...my son...my only son...
I miss you so much...the pain
inside of me is unbearable...
It is smothering me....even now,
4 years, 2 months & 16 days later.
Yet I must learn to live with
this for the rest of my life...
Even when I still cannot believe
that horrible accident really
happened...This News 10 photo
proves it...and the articles &
televised news of the days you
were missing and with the
searching and rescue four days
later...four days too late to help...
If I seek beauty in the world
around me through my
photography....I must first
face the brutal reality
of this photograph...
because not all photography
tells a story of beauty or happiness.
Some photographs tell us
the story of tragedy & loss
such as the people of Haiti
face right now.
I must remember that
has no inhibitions...it
bypasses the restraints 
of speech...especially when
mere words cannot convey
what is felt in the heart.
Photography has no language
barrier...it speaks the same
language in every country of 
the world...photos preserve
for posterity, what has
happened in the world...
it records events that change
the lives of people everywhere....
Yet even though, I am facing
this photo of your tragedy,
I cannot believe you are really
truly gone from us...my heart
won't believe it...it still seems
you are just away on a
road trip on your street bike...
But I look out on the
back patio and there is your
bike and I weep and the
pain inside of me is unbearable...
We were such a close knit family...
like Charlotte told me the other
day...we had the perfect family
and then the accident had to
happen and ruined it all...
What are we going to do
without you Will??? Without
your radiant smile and your
crazy dances and your jokes
and just your being YOU???
Oh my dear God....
I can't do this...it is too hard...
the dreams...no they are
nightmares...are too real...
then I wake up and you are
not here in your bed...
it is empty...your room is still
and silent...the drums and
bass guitar...the keyboard lay
still and untouched just like
you left them...oh the
silence hurts....sometimes I just
go and lay on your bed and
weep as my mother's heart sees
 your silent instruments
and the silence is crushing...
My mother's heart is breaking
inside of me...I love you my
lil brown boy...from the day I
first new I was with child....
I've loved you so very much and
I miss you with my whole soul...
I can never, ever be the same
again...because a large part
of me died with you on that
awful dreaded tragic night
when you were finally found...
There is a hole in my heart
that is just your shape...
Oh my baby boy....what I
wouldn't give to have you back
again alive and whole and
safe and sound....why????
But I cannot question the
Almighty can I....my heart is
just hurting...Do I dare to
put a question mark where
the Almighty God put a period?
I need answers, but they won't
come here on earth & when we
finally get to heaven, it won't
matter anymore. But for now,
I only want to hold
my lil brown boy in my arms
again and get another one of
your giant "boy-hugs" again...
you were so big and strong....
dear God how I miss
you my sweet William....
Forever loving you...
Forever missing your
smile and laughter
until we meet in heaven
once again....but, until then..
You are Forever in my Heart!
Always Loving You...Mumsy
xoxo to heaven
P.S. I'm trying to get back to
learning how to live again,
William...trying to pick up
the pieces and begin again,
because I know that's what you
would want me to do...it's what
you would do...you never let
anything get you down...you were
always so happy and optimistic...
So...here I am, facing this photo
of my heartbreak...my loss...and
asking God to help me be
courageous enough to begin
to learn to live again...yes,
in honor of you my precious son,
but also for your Dad and your
"big, little" sister, Charlotte...
They don't need any more tragedy
in their lives....you Dad needs
his wife back...and Charlotte
needs her mother back.
I love our little family so much...
I wish you were here...but
until then...I'll face my heartbreak
and learn from this how to
live again.
ILYT&B4E&E
(This is our family's secret texting code for
I love you tons & bunches forever & ever.)
So, yes, true COURAGE for me is facing REALITY.
COURAGE
R = REALITY

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Rest Stop

I must take a break from courage....
One really cannot do that, I know,
I'm not making a U-Turn and going
the other direction...I'm just stopping
at a much needed  "rest-stop"
along the way. I've been burning
the candle (or the log) at both
ends and I just feel used up.
My soul is weary beyond belief...
the cares of life are overwhelming
me, the grief has flooded up again
and there is no strength today
to fight...at least not right now.
Giving up is not an choice.
Breaking down is out of the
question. Giving in is not an
option. I may have stopped
to rest a while and re-fuel
for the grueling journey ahead,
but I have not given up...
I'm just too tired right now
to press on...more later.

Friday, February 05, 2010

What Do U Do With a U When U Are Afraid To Be Looked AT?


What Do U Do With a U
When You're Afraid Others
Might See You Fail???
What Do U Do With a U
When it seems evil eyes are all
around waiting for U to mess up?
It's time to take the letter U out of
courage and see what can be attributed
to this letter that has anything to do
with courage. I've thought long & hard,
scoured the dictionary thoroughly &
found quite a lot of words that could
fit. But, which one will best fit my
journey to finding courage?
It's simple...it's three little letters
U = USE
I need to learn to USE the gifts that God
has given me. I need to believe that He
gave special talents to me for me to USE
& not 'hide them in the earth' so to speak.
I need to understand & believe that I am
unique as an individual with a special
 purpose in life that no one else can fulfill. 
I need to realize that it is ultimately up to
 me to make use of these gifts, to learn not
 to care who is watching & waiting for 
me to fail, because those type of people
will always be out there, so I must  
learn to overcome my fear of failure, 
& put myself out there leaning on the
unfailing arms of my Heavenly Father
to keep me from falling....I must learn
to believe in what God entrusted 
to me...I need to USE the gifts that 
He so willingly bestowed upon me. 
My past does not matter...it cannot 
make me fail unless I allow it to.
For the first time in my life, I feel the
urgency in my soul to truly USE every
talent, every gift that God has given me.
Because...
"To not use the talent that God
has given us is to abuse it."
Quote © 2009 Susan Reynolds
So for me it will indeed be a journey
towards courage while learning 
every day to use the gifts that I have
been so graciously blessed with. 
I need to quit being afraid of who
might be watching and just USE it!
The U in COURAGE?
U = USE
So Look All U Want...
Stare Me down...but I won't
back down. Why?
Because I will be USING the
courage God is building in me.
© 2010 Susan Reynolds
The Digital Artist


 

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Taking The "O" Out Of Courage

Taking the "O" out of Courage
Using the letter "O" from the word
courage took me a bit of time.
I had to submit to the C=Conquer so
many times in the past few weeks,
that I lost sight of almost everything
else....So, now, I am back...gaining
momentum & picking up where
I left off on my quest for courage
through the study of each letter that
makes up the word
COURAGE
O=One-Way
Yes, it is a hyphenated word, and
folks may wonder what in the world
One-Way has to do with courage,
but I feel that it best fit my take for
the letter O. In the dictionary,
One-Way means:
a. moving or allowing movement in one
direction only (such as a one-way street)
b. valid for travel in one direction only
(as in a one-way ticket)
c. not intended for return
(as in an object not intended to return
to the giver/seller/dealer)
I chose "ONE-WAY" instead of words
like overcome, optimism, opportunity,
because for me this year HAS TO BE
a "ONE-WAY" JOURNEY on the road
of learning to have courage.
I can't take the ground I've gained
thus far and "Return To Sender"
because that would give the enemy
of my very soul the victory.
The road to courage is indeed a
One-Way ticket & there is
no turning back at all if I am
to reach my destination called
courage...I must
stay on the One-Way street.
I've made the U-Turn that was
necessary to get me going back in
the right direction. Now that I am on
that "One-Way" Street to courage,
I cannot allow obstacles to stand
in my way...I must overcome them
one at a time. I must embrace
this new opportunity to become
more open with others...to not
become obscure & obsolete,
trying to hide myself when the
physical pain or heartbreak is just
too much to bear. Why???
Because in this world, just a small
word of encouragement or one act of
kindness has the ability to change the
outlook for someone going through
a hard time. It may be someone I do
not even know. So by coming out in
the open to share my "One-Way"
journey to find courage, it is my
hope & prayer to reach out &
touch the lives of others...that they,
too, may find hope, healing, and
help in the time of need.
COURAGE
O=ONE-WAY

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Facing Fear...Stormy Nightmares & Rain-Soaked Flashbacks


Learning About COURAGE
One Letter At A Time
Since I chose the word "COURAGE"
as my one little word for 2010,
I will be using various ways of
discovering what it truly means to
have courage in my everyday life.
I will start by taking each letter
of the word courage, and find
a word starting with that letter
that indicates the true meaning
of 
COURAGE.
C=CONQUER
To Conquer in the sense that I
am using it, means to overcome
by physical, mental, emotional,
or moral force, to get the better of
one's adversary, to utterly defeat.
This year I seek to conquer fear
by learning to have courage
& be filled with determination
to conquer the things that hold
me down & keep me from
soaring on wings like an eagle.
My greatest example of Courage
is Christ on the Cross at Calvary.
He vanquished the enemy for all
time. It is now up to me to
conquer my fears by finding
the courage to
live, love, & laugh again.
So why did I take a picture of
rain to go with the word courage,
the letter C & the accompanying
word for C = Conquer?
Today, for the first time since my
son's tragic accident on that
stormy December morning, I
actually listened to the sound
of rain & running water. Since
that awful morning the sound of
running water &
rain which used to be such a
comfortable sound to me, now
brought only heart-rending
flashbacks during the day &
horrendous nightmares by night.
My mind was only connecting the
sound of rain & running water
with my son being trapped in his
car under eight feet of icy cold 
waters for four awful days while
we searched frantically for him...
Every time it rains, I try to shut
out the sounds of it with music
or by just hiding under the
pillows while the awful memories
tormented my heart & mind...
because I was unable to save
my babyboy...even though I
know it is unreasonable...I felt
I had failed him as a mother
by not being able to save him
from those horrible icy waters.
I began to literally hate the
sound of rain or running water.
Today, 1/20/10, as I write this,
I have my porch door by my
desk open wide...I have shut
off all music and even my
space heater that makes noise
under my desk...WHY???
I am making myself just listen
to the sound of the rain &
running water as it storms
outside today....It is falling
hard, cascading down from the
roof to splash on the ground 
running along the pavement,
collecting in puddles & running
beyond towards the street.
Then the rain began to compel
me, like it was taunting me,
daring me to come out into
the falling water-not just watch
& listen-but immerge myself
in its liquid cold grip. I thought
long & hard, deciding to rise
to the challenge, I took my
crutches & hobbled out into
the rain letting its cold icy water
mix with the warm tears that
stream down my face, soaking
my hair, my clothes, my skin.
I felt like it was penetrating to the
very depths of my broken heart.
 I look up towards heaven,
envisioning my son warm
safe in the arms of God, 
smiling & happy in heaven.
While standing in the rain &
listening to it pour down, my
mind was finally opened 
once more to the blessings of
rain & what it means to the
earth...the new life it gives to
fields, flowers, trees & crops.
Without rain we wouldn't have
the beauty & colors of flowers.
There would be no life without
rain & running water.
So, today for the first time
since December 2, 2005....I
can relate the sound of rain &
running water to represent life,
vitality & power, instead of it
holding just the crippling,
dreadful memory of my
only beloved son's death.
I am seeking to gain Courage
this year by striving to face
my fears one at a time.
In doing so, I am finding
beauty in the ashes & learning
Courage from the darkness of
that stormy December morning.
Yes, rain & running water will
probably always cause me to
get teary eyed...& occasionally
get the best of me, but by
opening not just the patio door
& forcing myself to watch &
listen to the rain...but to stand in it...
to let it's coldness soak into me...
I also opened the door of my grief,
for the first time, to accept the
healing rain of my Creator, to
feel the down-pouring of His
grace & mercy...that it might 
bring new life to my dry, parched
soul, beginning the journey to
heal my crushed & broken heart.
Ah, Yes...for me just watching...
listening to & feeling the
rain has been a lesson in
COURAGE.
C = Conquer

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Graveyard of Buried Hopes and Dreams?



A Graveyard of Buried 
Hopes and Dreams?
Many things I have desired in life have
slipped silently into the graveyard
of my buried hopes and dreams.
Alas, I will not let this happen to
my dream of rising to new heights
this year...to my dream of becoming
a better photographer and writer...
to my dream of learning music better
(despite the splints, crutches and
pain or only being able to use my
left hand for anything). Why?
Because I've chosen "courage" as
my one little word this year, I will
not break beneath the obstacles
that have fallen my way
in the last few weeks. - 
(no pun intended on the falling bit).
I will get up yet again and
work with just my left hand for
now to make my dream come true.
Because after all,
"To have courage, one must
first hold fast to determination...no
matter what the odds."
© 2010 Susan Reynolds ~ The Digital Artist

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Will be adding to my posts
when I get the splint off of my
right hand... just too hard
to type & can barely
use the righty mouse
 with my clumsy left hand
very good at all!
 This is so frustrating!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Out of Control or Not?!?!


Spinning Out of Control
Have you ever felt like life was spinning
out of control...like you would be
thrown off of the proverbial
"merry-go-round of life" so to
speak any second? I know the
feeling. I have felt that way
many times before.
It is only after careful
consideration of all the "things" 
in my everyday life that clutter
up my mind that, I am able to 
take a deep breath & stop  for a
moment...even if it means
dragging my feet on the asphalt to
come to a screeching halt, that I
realize how much more is going
on in the world around me than
just the menagarie in my head.
Every day new life has made its
way into the world through the
birth of a new-born child.
Everyday there are occasions to
stop and spend a moment in
quiet meditation...to give true
thankfulness for the gifts so
freely bequeathed unto me.
Everywhere I look around me,
there are blessings that I don't
deserve, yet still were graciously
bestowed upon me by my
heavenly Father.
He alone, can stop my mind
from spinning
out of control...from seeing
only the spiraling & reeling back 
& forth between the known
& the unknown-which leads to
fear, anxiety and self-doubt.
That is when He brings back the
scripture to my mind...my mind
that is threatening
to spin out of control:
"Great peace have they which love
your law and nothing can make
them stumble." (Psalms 119:165 NIV)
This one simple scripture assures me
that when my mind seems to be
spinning out of control, I can still
be grounded in the love of God...
I can allow Him to guide me when
I feel ready to stumble & fall...for
"God is my refuge & strength, a
very present help in trouble."
Psalms 46:1 (NAS)