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May 9, 2019

Explorations in Art, Spirit & Life

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These are my field notes — observations gathered from the landscapes of life and work. This is where art, soul, and lived experience intersect.
You’ll find poetry, imagery, reflections on energy and spirit, and the quiet documentation of a life being shaped with care. Read slowly. Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t.
This space is for the curious, the contemplative, and the creatively alive. — Jess

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All we ever truly have is this breath, this fleeti All we ever truly have is this breath, this fleeting, living moment in our hands—gone as quickly as it arrives. Time doesn’t wait, it dissolves, it moves, it becomes memory before we can even name it. But this is where photography becomes something sacred. It reaches into the passing moment and says, stay a little longer. It holds the laughter mid-air, the glance that said everything, the love that needed no words. We cannot keep time—but we can honour it. We can preserve the feeling, the evidence that we were here, that we lived, that we loved. And sometimes… that is everything. 📸 @jessicalittlephotography
A thought appears. Then another. A feeling rises. A thought appears. Then another. A feeling rises. Then shifts. A memory brushes against the present and suddenly you’re somewhere in between who you were and who you’re becoming. This is the space most people try to skip. But this is where truth lives. Reflection asks you to look—gently, honestly—at what is. Curiosity invites you to explore it without judgment. And surrender… surrender is what allows it to move, to evolve, to become something new. Not everything needs to be defined right away. Not every emotion needs a conclusion. Sometimes the most profound thing you can do is follow the thread… and trust where it leads. … ✍🏻 to be continued …
Melancholy isn’t depression—one observes, the othe Melancholy isn’t depression—one observes, the other consumes. Melancholy sits with the ache, listens, shapes it. It asks you to feel without disappearing inside the feeling. The world’s most unforgettable art was born here—by those who dared to alchemize their melancholy into something that could be seen, felt, remembered. So the question isn’t how to escape it… but what you’re willing to create from it????
I am a whole story with or without a witness. Not I am a whole story with or without a witness. Not a draft. Not a footnote. Not a whisper waiting for applause. A whole story. Bound in skin and bone, stitched together by longing, edited by fire, and still — still — refusing to be reduced to a single genre. This is about seeing yourself. Not through the glass of someone else’s approval. Not through the narrow doorway of who you were told to be. But standing in the wide field of your own becoming and saying — I see you. I see the paradox. The soft woman with steel in her spine. The wild contradiction — both lighthouse and storm, both healer and hunger, both holy and human. Range is not confusion. Range is aliveness. The ocean is not ashamed that it can be still at dawn and violent by midnight. It does not apologize for its depth. It does not ask permission to change moods. Why should you? We need variety like we need breath. We need play like we need pulse. We need creation — because to create is to declare: I was here. But the real art — the sacred art — is how you see yourself when no one is clapping. How you validate your own experience when it would be easier to shrink it. How you whisper, “That mattered,” after a quiet win no one else noticed. How you honour the effort — the showing up, the trying again, the choosing dignity over drama, growth over comfort, truth over applause. You are not powerful because someone confirmed it. You are powerful because you exist in full colour even in a dark room. You are not confident because someone crowned you. You are confident because you learned to witness yourself. To say — I felt that. I survived that. I built that. I desired that. I deserve that. You are a whole story with or without a witness. But when you become your own — when you sit in the front row of your own life and refuse to look away — That is when the plot thickens. That is when the light hits differently. That is when the world begins to mirror back what you finally believed. See yourself. Not as a performance. Not as potential. But as presence. Complete. Contradictory. Becoming. A whole story. ✍🏻 Jess Little
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