Yesterday, in a welcoming room in Newton Massachusetts, I was finding this, among other stuff:
I love finding things, knowing that there’s always room for you, me and the stuff here.
Whatever stuff there is, it’s smart not to stuff it. There’s room for you and me to express our stuff, no matter how smelly and improper that stuff might be. Don’t forget: we can always choose to let our stuff go.
I’m now finding room for all the other stuff in yesterday’s photos.
I’m finding welcome room for my stuff here, even when I don’t know what it is (like the stuff in that last photo).
To me, empowerment means positively realizing and using personal power.
To the dictionary, empowerment means this:
authority or power given to someone to do something.
“individuals are given empowerment to create their own dwellings”
the process of becoming stronger and more confident, especially in controlling one’s life and claiming one’s rights.
“political steps for the empowerment of women”
Empowerment can be a powerful matter of survival, especially when balances of power are powerfully misaligned.
Do you see empowerment in the pictures I was empowered to take yesterday?
Here are “Top 10 Girl Power Songs” from watchmojo.com on YouTube:
I now empower myself to express gratitude to all who helped me create this Empowerment post and to you — of course! — for being here, now.
Yesterday, when I was hanging out at WordPress in my usual uncategorized way, I noticed that over 200 of my posts were categorized as “Uncategorized.” You could categorize my initial reaction to that as “categorically surprised,” since I almost always categorize my posts as “personal growth” and “photojournalism.”
I quickly categorized a theory as to why WordPress has categorized so many otherwise categorized posts as “uncategorized” — “uncategorized” is the default categorization used by WordPress for any new post and I need to uncheck a box to un-categorize any post from being “uncategorized.”
Perhaps I shall categorize THIS post as “uncategorized,” but before I do, here are some uncategorized thoughts about “uncategorized”:
Human beings naturally categorize things, in order to understand them.
Because I was categorized “ill” as a small child dealing with a congenital heart condition, I categorically resist being categorized.
Today, at work, I am embarking on a project that’s been categorized as “incredibly helpful” and “ground-breaking” by doctors and other people categorized as providers who work at a facility categorized as “one of Boston’s major teaching hospitals.”
If you are categorically curious about my Quick Response project — where a clinician responds immediately, in the moment, when any patient needs support — I was going to suggest you see previous posts which I would categorize as giving “background information,” but I can’t find any uncategorized and categorized posts like that besides this one.
Yesterday, on a long walk through Newton, Massachusetts with Kathy — who I would categorize as “a wonderful friend” and “a fabulous photographer” — I took all of these uncategorized photos:
How might you categorize those photos? I hope you’re not categorizing them as “too many,” “too small to read,” or “very slow to load.”
Last night, after my walk with Kathy, I took a few more photos I would categorize as “uncategorized”:
Feel free to categorized this uncategorized post in any way you choose, in a comment below.
I am now categorizing myself as grateful to Kathy, to my boyfriend Michael (who made that delicious omelette, which he categorized very modestly),to Newton Massachusetts, to the Newton Free Library, to the major Boston teaching hospital where I work, to WordPress, to all those who helped me create this uncategorized post, and to you — categorically! — for reading it.
That last photo shows a tulip on the “stupid phone” of Marlyse — a fellow soprano I met sitting down last night at The Messiah. Marlyse told me that every year a tulip comes up outside her apartment, only to be mowed down by some groundskeeper. In 2014, the tulip stayed up, which she called “the triumph of hope over experience.”
Here are some photos I took standing up, yesterday:
Do things look different to you when you are down and up?
While I was up last night singing Handel’s Messiah, my voice hit all the notes, down and up, including these:
Thanks to my son Aaron (who joined up to sit down with me for some ice cream at Cabot’s), to Marlyse, to tulips everywhere, to all those standing up and sitting down at the Messiah Open Sing last night, to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and to you — of course! — for being up for reading this down-and-up post, here and now.