Music can take you on a journey, make you laugh, cry and touch the deepest part of your soul. So can a photograph. I come to photography as a musician, attracted to visual narratives that define an unsuspected beauty in a specific place in time. I am a champion of the overlooked, and see my photography as a way to research, create change and inject some beauty into the world.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Ojai, CA Part 2 of my Personal Retreat
I arrived in Ojai on Tuesday and check into the Ojai Retreat Bed and Breakfast. After driving up a long road to the top of a hill I found the office, got my key and drove round to the "Oak Room" which is where I stayed. My room had a bed, a little table and chairs, refrigerator and private bath and a bay window that looked out onto the mountains. Outside my room was my own private patio with a table and 4 chairs. That afternoon I met with a yoga instructor, Mihaela, who came to my room to do yoga with me. And there on my patio, I spent two and a half hours learning yoga from this amazing and inspirational woman. I had only done yoga a few times before and had not been able to do any kind of stretching until now, since my back surgery in October. I learned about Yuan Miao and bought the book "Dancing of Rooftops with Dragons, The Yoga of Joy," which I started reading right away. I loved it and it was just what I needed to learn about. On Wednesday morning when I opened the door, I saw a tree, surrounded by the morning mist, mountains in the background and flowers that were pink and purple in the bushes all around my patio. The birds were singing and the air was crisp and fresh. I had slept straight through the night again and felt rested and peaceful when I woke up. I went for a walk down the nature path and onto a meadow and followed the trail around the property... I saw many baby quail and their parents scurrying along the path, chirping and hiding. It was a long walk and it felt good to be by myself in nature, noticing the tiniest little flowers that grow out of the brown dirt, yellow and purple and sometimes red. I heard noises of animals in the brush as they heard me getting close to where they were. Being a former city girl, I became aware of the sounds and cautious as if someone or something might jump out of the bushes and attack me. And when that moment passed, I was back in my country girl skin enjoying the smells of sage and hot pine needles all around me.