powder puff dreams

I found this unusual flower on my trip to Sri Lanka where the hotel grounds were scattered with them. After some research I discovered they are from the tree ‘barringtonia racemosa’, otherwise known as the ‘powder puff tree’. They really do look like exquisite little powder puffs – dreamy, light and graceful. I love the way the festive shocks of vibrant pink and gold contrast against the creamy white strands. They look so elegant and otherworldly – like floating sea anemones, or delicately unravelling strands of silk – against the rustic earthy- grey concrete wall. I overlaid textures of crumbling Sri Lankan walls to the images to give added character.

  pink2  breathe, 2014

pink1dream, 2014

pink3dazzle, 2014

pink4desire, 2014

© images and words Emily Hughes, 2015

breathe

When I push the shutter release, I close my eyes.

(Annelies Strba, from Shades of Time)

 pink2

breathe, 2014

I have done a lot of reflecting during this holiday period. I’ve read a lot of blog posts and facebook updates about fresh starts and being thankful and realising what’s important, and all that. I’m not knocking any of it. It’s all good and true, of course. It’s been refreshing, and liberating, to have some time to just be without the pressures of work and the day-to-day (of course I know this is only a temporary state, so I’m bracing myself for the full onslaught which comes with immersing myself back into the deep end of life). One thing which has struck me head on, though, throughout all the great stuff (and there is lots of great stuff!) is just how busy 2014 has been. And not entirely in a good way. I always like being busy. I need busy. But I have learned it is definitely not good to busy yourself to the point that you find yourself collapsing in a crumpled heap over the finish line on your hands and knees with a white flag between your teeth. It ends, usually, in tears, frustration and wounds, the kind of which you can’t slap a plaster on; the kind which take much time and effort to heal. It benefits no-one in the end, least of all you.

So at the start of this year. This shiny, brand spanking new clean sheet of a year, I am going to gift myself some much needed advice.

Just give yourself a moment.

Just breathe.
Breathe in
and out.

Look.
Close your eyes
and
see.

 

Happy New Year to all, and I wish you a peaceful, fulfilling and inspiring year ahead.

 

© images and words Emily Hughes, 2015

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