a calm morning is my slow wash up to the shore. i rise from the depth of the ocean where my perspective is safely tucked away.
as i lock my apartment door and turn around to face the world, i begin to sort out my beliefs for the day:
today i won’t crouch down when a man cat calls.
today i won’t raise my voice when misunderstood.
today i won’t back down when i’m tired.
my perspective draws the dividing line between my little lake that’s attempting to connect itself to the ocean ahead of me. because perspective is exactly the kind of thing that always gets us in trouble. we escape the rain, avoid the thunder, hide in a whiteout- all to keep our perspective safe and untouched.
we come ashore from time to time and are faced with the contradicting perspectives of others. it’s discouraging, to say the least, that everyone’s unique life experiences rarely inspire them to share lessons learned, but rather they argue for one point of view and one point of view only. to be right, to be superior, is the goal. to connect lakes, oceans, perspectives, and intelligences is lost in transition.
“perspective. it’s what shuts out the universe. everyone with their little perspective.”
TOP by Front Row
SHORTS by Front Row
Make up and hair by Katy Ramirez
Photos by Beth Kotz and Cachet Retsos