Tiny Dancer

My tiny dancer started Ballet classes today.

I love the movement, the dedication, and the beauty of dance that Ballet nurtures. And who doesn't love the outfits?

Isn't it every girls dream? To dance? Maybe not. But it is this little girls dream, and I'm moved by it. I want to capture and cherish the moments along her path, wherever the dance of life takes her. 

To dance, to move, to leap, grace, and strength.  In stillness with these words, you realise what a precious gift for life this is. 

What are your gifts? Your dreams? What did you come here to do?

Dance your dreams.

Much Love

Rainy Days

If they say change is as good as a holiday, then I was desperate for change. 

The cooler weather and heavy rain pushed me deep into a welcomed space of reflection,  and allowed me time within to see what was really needed in my world.

Change.

It was time to move things, internally, externally, exponentially.

I believe the inside and the outside should be moved together for profound reform, and with open arms and an open heart I created movement, and more importantly I was open to it. 

With a soft environment of blankets, snuggles, and babies, I moved furniture, belongings, unused goods, and old memories. 

 My washing dripped outside, my open windows embraced the rain, and my leaking roof channelled the cleansing water on to my lounge room floor.

I moved furniture, made space for aspects of my life to breathe, and had new furniture come in to my lounge room. 

 I peered out doors, pondered the world around me, and imagined the world before me.

Rainy days. Solace for the soul.

Much Love

Dance With Me

Dance with me, said Life

You softly hear it call,

Move and flow like the tide, no attachment to the shore.

Dance with me said Life,

Softly in your bones,

 Bend and twist along your path, for now this is your home.

 Dance with me said life, alone in the night sky,

Let the dew beneath your soles inspire you to fly.

Dance with me said Life,  I long to hear your song,

Be brave dear soul, take the leap, there is no right or wrong.

Dance with me said life, I'll hold you in my arms,

We'll gently spin around and round, you're safe, there is no harm.

Much Love

Poetry: Kara Wilkinson

Images: © Kara Wilkinson @ Phish Photography 

Speak to us of Beauty

Speak to us of Beauty

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? 

Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions

 Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east

We have seen her leaning over the Earth from the windows of the sunset

She shall come with the Spring leaping upon the hills

We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair

All these things you have said of beauty, yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, and beauty is not a need but an ecstasy

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are the life and you the veil,

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Much Love

For more images from this shoot - Forever Flower Child

Poetry: Kahlil Gibran on Beauty

Images: © Phish Photography

The Hidden Aspects

The People that know me well, and the people that don't know me at all, probably share one thing in common, they don't really know me at all. Those who love Astrology can attribute this to Scorpio ruling my mid heaven and the three planets that sit there, and those who don't care can blame my personality. Either way, that's me. 

Sometimes I share a lot, sometimes I don't, one day I'll be swimming in one direction, and the next day the other. Pisces.

But today I'm swimming into the open waters of the written word.

As a single Mum, it's not very often I get a whole day to myself. So I used my time 'wisely', and did nothing.

I laid in bed. Staring at my half painted walls I reflected on how many things in my life are unfinished.

I looked at the spot on the floor from where I lay, and contemplated how I love the prayer rugs I randomly placed around my house.

I tried to figure out my blog, but couldn't. Gave up and packed up my favourite Christmas present, a basket, full of things I knew I wouldn't need for the day, but had to have just in case.

Shoes, my favourite boots in fact, in case I changed my mind and decided to go somewhere that required them.

Cheap aviators, because they fit my head.

My camera of course, but it was in my hand at this point.

Some inspiration in the form of the 'real' written word, otherwise known as a book, which when I was growing up was the only way to find it. 

Expensive perfume in case I meet the love of my life and he can't help but follow my alluring scent.

Tarot cards bound in gifted hemp and a feather, just in case I decide to read and/or change my future. Anything's possible.

Underneath this first layer is yesterday's packed goods.

A thrifted pair of real vintage Oroton sunglasses (they're hard to find these days) and the Salvos receipt for $2.

And lace, to fix my favourite Tigerlilly dress I ripped on barbed wire fence on Wednesday's shoot.

Packed full of mostly useless and unusable belongings I set off for my day, or afternoon by this stage.

I need bush, the ocean and no people around to feel real happiness, so I drove myself to a reasonably quiet spot I love, Putty Beach.

I drank hot chai from Gnostic Mana, the only place I buy it from on the coast. I took more photos, contemplated the meaning of life, and wrote a blog in my head, which appears before you now.

What is life really about? Do we need to know? I do. When I figure it out I'll tell you. Until then, this was my life, today.

Much Love

New Day

Today I took a leap and connected with the wide world of Blogging. Not generally one for ‘air’ talk, I’m more of an Earth girl, preferring to connect through the heart. But today is a new day, and I’m ready for new ways of living and being. Welcome to one of the little corners I now occupy online. After setting up my own website, I am feeling inspired to continue sharing my passion and love, photography, and other facets of my life.

I'm Kara, you can visit my website Phish Photography or even come and find me on Facebook if you’re really feeling the love.

I’m a photographer, student, single Mother, a lover of life and all things fulfilling to the soul. Come with me on a journey of visual richness, with hopefully some inspirational ways of being in the world thrown in along the way.

Much love