Starting over.

Starting over.

2014…. A fresh start… well, not that fresh, it’s already mid February… 

The beginning of a new year is always paved with intentions, good ones hopefully. It’s also a time of reflection on another year gone by…
Some people choose a word to guide them through the year. I’ve tried that last year, it didn’t work. I guess I’m not a “one word person”. So, this year I go for a mantra.


I also decided I had to start this year by explaining to myself that it’s time to accept that I have my limitations. They are not my fault. They just happened to me. The burnout 3 years ago, the fybromialgia that nags me like, well almost always, and very bad and deformed eyesight that plays tricks on me even now while typing this.
Especially that last one can make me mad, or sad every single minute. I can’t “ignore” it… I mean, I “see” it all the time. I just have to learn to accept it. And that’s the hard part I guess. Accept that I need more time than others for doing simple things and find peace with that. Peace and quiet. It’s a learning curve.

So I hope that the mantra will guide me this year. And I immediately must admit that I am terrible at making choices.  And having to make them sometimes paralyze me in such way that I do… nothing.


And “nothing” is exactly what I did with my former photography last year.  Except for some Polaroid adventure.  I clung to my iPhone, as if it was the only camera in existence.  Leaving my DSLR and a range of lenses catching dust in my cupboards.  All kinds of excuses: too heavy (well, that’s true); too difficult with the dog (for those who don’t know yet, in May last year a pup, Largo – an american cocker spaniel, joined us), etc.

I didn’t like any picture I took anymore.  I thought – still do – that all others take world class pictures, every day, every moment.  But not me, noooo not me!
Well, I guess we all go through some block sometimes.

I used to be on all kinds of photography sites from 1X to Flickr, last year I said goodbye to all of them except for Instagram.  Instant, quick, easy.  But I also noticed that my photography was going down hill.  I love my phone pictures, but it’s not DSLR quality, let’s be honest.  And my photography changed. Big time.  From a macro lover, precise, lovely bokehs, details, I turned into a snapshot-gal. Nothing wrong with that but I felt something was missing.  And I was/am in awe with other photographer’s pictures.
Beautiful light, exceptional warmth, personality, signature…. all of that I find missing in my own work.  My Instagram feed is a “mish-mash” of all kinds of shots.

Today I read the latest blogpost of Holly on Mortalmuses ( and I kept reading, scanning from one link to the other.  Strangely enough, I don’t know anymore what link exactly triggered this post.  I can’t even find it anymore…
Probably it was just a button hit in my brain somewhere along the lines that did it.
As I sat there at the breakfast table, like so many times before, staring, planning plans that never would make it through the day, I stood up.
Felt some energy blow through my veins.  I went to my “creative” room (grown into a storage place last couple of months), opened the drawer and grabbed that special belt that would ease the weight on my neck and shoulders, but which I never used so far…, buckled it up to one of the idle dslr’s, grabbed the dog – well, gently asked him to follow me – and headed outside,  determined to use my big girl camera as an i-Phone.  Shooting what I would with my phone, only differently.  And even on the little display, the soft backgrounds of the wide aperture I used to like so much, made me smile…


The belt is marvelous btw.
I returned home with 15 shots of my neighborhood and sat down.  Thanked Elke Sewöster (@elke1403 on IG) who pointed me to @soupatraveler’s blogpost initially, joined The Big Picture class: “Finding your Photography Style”, that starts the day after tomorrow and hope I am back on track… to Flickr, to IG even with some dslr shots, which means getting rid of that ridiculous principle I talked myself into, to only post iPhone pictures there.

See you… soon I hope… and you are always welcome to visit my IG feed @marl1een !




Keep calm…

… do yoga, follow a mindfulness class, meditate, relax, ….

As I have a year of blogging behind me, I want to go back to the basics, to that thing that pushed me towards blogging, my burnout.
I suffered from the symptoms long before my doctor ordered me to stay home, told me I was sick.
There were the crying parts, the shouting to anyone and no one in particular as long as they “caught” me in the wrong moment, there was the tiredness, the hyperventilation, the fears, the panic attacks, the “what am I doing” phenomenon, the mistakes, the angriness about these mistakes… you name it, I got it!

It was high time somebody called an end to that.
But it’s much easier said than done, as a matter of fact it’s huge, it’s difficult, it’s suffering, Burnout and mental problems are challenging their victim over and over again. Not in the least because the world around you doesn’t “see” there’s something “wrong” with you…  A mental health problem doesn’t show like, let’s say, a broken arm…  Especially also because people having such problems, most of the time put great effort in not showing…  It’s a vicious circle.

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I’m almost 2 years later now, and time has a healing power of its own.  The memories of the job I wasn’t up to anymore that had caused the melt down, have faded in the meantime. Burnout, meltdown… they go well together don’t you think?
I guess minds are made that way: what’s been horrible, they tend to push away or hang on to, or a mixture of both…
The hatred (I don’t use that word often or lightly) towards the people who did that to me  – for sure I wasn’t the sole responsible – faded too, a bit anyway.
But I will never be the same again.  Not only because I couldn’t anymore, but because I don’t want to go down that hectic, workaholic, manic road again.
When I look at myself back then, I’m looking at “somebody that I used to know”.

Does this mean I’m totally cured now? Not by far.
Things got better, other things came in its place.  The diagnosis Fibromyalgia for instance in November last year.
After a long and winding road, from one doctor to the next, there finally was a name for all my aches and pains.  Did it change much? No, not really because there isn’t a “one cure fits all”.  There isn’t a pill you can take that makes it magically go away.
It’s a learning process and I’m right in the middle of it.  Searching my new me, a new rhythm, peace and quiet.  Getting to terms with the fact that I can’t do anymore what I used to, that everything has to be done in small doses, and that sometimes – many times – there is a huge difference between what I planned and what I can accomplish.

I’ve never been the one who can keep her calm in every moment.  Gosh how I admire people who can.
But, I  have to learn to accept that I have my own temperament, my own dynamics.  I’m a terrible, terrible perfectionist (in case you wonder where the title of this blog comes from…), a control person, and hyper sensitive.
So, in order to cope with the fibro problem in combination with my personality, I have to learn… learn hard and work hard.
Sometimes I can, sometimes I can’t.  And when fears or worries hit me once again, they hit hard.

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It’s rather funny actually, as nowadays you can’t open a magazine, put on your tv or someone – preferably a psychiatrist – is telling you that mindfulness is the solution to all problems, that you have to create “me” time, that you have to “let go”, relax, go with the flow, meditate, do some yoga in order to be happy…
Did you notice too that we have to be happy like alllllll the time, that we have forgotten how to be sad, that we aren’t even allowed anymore to be sad….  That we get unhappier because we are not able to feel happy all the time…  All that happiness is making us crazy!

Well I think I’ve tried all those things, learned a lot, bought and read tons of books and picked something up here and there that lasted.  There’s the Morning Pages (Julia Cameron) I try to do as much as possible (except when life interferes), there’s the much slower pace for everything (from cleaning to driving), there’s the not trying to panic when work didn’t get done…
And then there’s yoga, that I picked up since December last year.  It helps.  It helps me in a way no other relaxation program did before.  All other stuff started with: you feel heavy, you feel relaxed, you feel your muscles let loose, think of nothing, don’t let thoughts interfere….
My gosh, I felt more insecure, incomplete and a total failure after every exercise.  I didn’t feel any of those things, not really anyway.  My thoughts didn’t just halt, they just kept coming, no matter how many boats I fantasized to float away with them on that river of tranquility…
And when the exercise was “done” and my therapist asked me “And? did you feel the warmth? Did you feel how your arms got heavy?…” I had to say “no, not really”…  Again, I failed….

But yoga made me realize that I don’t ‘have to’ feel anything, that my thoughts won’t stop and – what’s important – that thoughts are normal, they’re o.k., I’m o.k….
What a difference!  I finally feel normal again, people’s minds don’t come with a “thoughts on/off button”, I have thoughts and am allowed to have them, as long as I acknowledge it, and can refocus… even if it takes a hundred retakes, it’s still fine.  Isn’t that great?

Well, I guess I will never become the calmest person in the world.  To myself I picture this as a football career.  Apart from Cruyff, Ronaldo, Messi and a handful other super talented guys, born with football in their veins, there are players who learned to become great.  They learned techniques, they learned to deal with all kinds of stuff and they became world famous players, but they will never become Cruyff, Ronaldo or Messi no matter how hard they try, or learn, or work.

And that’s my lesson for this year and many to come: learn the techniques, practice yoga, meditate and accept that I’m not perfect, that I’m not born with a natural calm and ease, that my  “go with the flow” will get easily interrupted by other flows…  And when those moments of weakness do come, panic might get the better of me again, hyperventilation probably will strike again…  But I will also realize that I have not totally failed.  That it was just another moment and that this too will pass.
For me that will be pretty awesome goals to reach, especially the acceptance part.

Wow, this was a long one.  For those who are still with me here, thanks for so much attention.
But I guess I just had to write this, from my heart…

Thanks guys! Have a nice weekend!


Tea… a view from above

For starters WordPress informed me that I’m celebrating my first anniversary here :-)  Yeaj!  One year of blogging.
Thanks guys for bringing it to my attention, I wasn’t counting… Force of habit I guess, I stopped counting birthdays when I turned 50.  It has something to do with me being an absolute failure in math ;-)

OK, time for a new picture.
Have taken a lot of them these past few days. The light was nice here in Belgium and the sun was so kind to shine into my room, so…
And then there was this mission from Kim Klassen to shoot from above for Beyond Beyond.

Once again it struck me how my dslr photography differs from my i-Phone “art” (art?).  With my phone it’s almost natural to shoot from above, with the big girl camera however, it seems much less comfortable.
Actually, it isn’t…  You have to get high, or the subject low, I’m not good at balancing with that heavy piece of equipment and I never thought of digging holes as a real good option… so my set up is much, much more work.  Got to get the tripod installed with that horizontal bar, need some weight to prevent it from topping over (it doesn’t, but as I’m kind of a control person, I don’t take the risk…).   In case you wonder: I use a door stopper as a weight feature.
In short, I guess you could also call me lazy as far as shooting from above with my dslr is concerned.

It was a difficult choice to make, between easter stuff coming up, and spring flowers all over the place… but in the end, I came up with… a Tea-picture.  Here it is:

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How it was made?

I selected a small bowl that has something to do with tea (see the inscription in the bowl);
Put the bowl on a chair with an old finishing;
Took some dried Linden tea leafs, put them in the bowl, scattered them all over the place and started shooting.

Next stop: Lightroom where the only thing I did was a little cropping.
Then into Photoshop and instead of sugar, I added Kim’s texture Yesteryear to the tea, 2 cubes – sorry, layers – one soft light (100%) and one multiply (26%).
A little tweaking was necessary to bring out the tea leafs better, meaning I brushed the texture off and adapted the color with the paintbrush so that it blended better with the creamy tones.
Added my signature and that’s it.

Hope you like it and enjoy your tea .-)