I have always known that balance was of utmost importance in life.
I have sadly never had it.
I crave it, yet make decisions and have passions that make it hard to not live in extremes.
A true tradegy is when a passion looses its savor from overindulgence. I still regret that my 8 years in college/grad school as a musician compelled me to love the sound of silence. After spending 8-10 hours a day at the piano in rehearsal, teaching, composing, improvising, and accompanying, I would long for some quiet stillness. I was likely the only musician with an ipod that was never ever used. A totally useless purchase for me.
Graduation brought some timely relief and now 2.5 years of what I consider a “restoration”. Music needed to become special to me again. It needed to be something that I could truly appreciate and be grateful for in acknowledging its presence.
Its value had never changed, but my ability to see and moreso “feel” its value needed to be restored.
I wonder how many other special things I do this with in my life?
Photography hasn’t escaped the danger. There have been times that I am sick of the camera and happily opt to record my life in my memory. There are moments that I want to shut down shop so that I can take a sabbatical of rediscovery.
I suppose any passion that we allow to consume our lives or become a dependent occupation, runs the risk of becoming commonplace or even burdensome. The true challenge for me has been to constantly maintain a sense of gratitude, honor and respect, for those things that I allow to imbalance my life. Perhaps therein lies the answer. Finding a way to balance our thoughts and activities in such a way that will maintain the special nature of things. Small doses of delightful consumption over drunken indulgence with unsavory side-effects.
I’ve rediscovered music this year. In small doses. Its currently not out of balance, and to participate in making music is a quiet priviledge. What a relief to restore a personal relationship and to be so enriched through the experience.
I’m secretly looking forward to winter. I’m looking forward to a slower photography season to regain my perspective and restore my relationship with the camera. Am I the only one that ever feels this way? How do YOU keep from losing sight of the true nature of an art?
Brooke Snow is a Lifestyle photographer in Cache Valley, Utah. Her favorite musical key is Db and she loves chord clusters and subtle dissonance. Brooke spent six years as a cocktail pianist in Grand Teton National Park, where she gained a great appreciation for “Fake Books”. She somehow missed an entire childhood and adolescence opportunity of learning popular music (she was one of those weird kids who didn’t have t.v. or radio and asked for Beethoven cassette tapes for birthdays), but these miraculous books helped her to “fake it till you make it”. Any requests?