It is such an interesting phenomenon, in my couples and family therapy work, to see more and more women (25-40 years of age), across cultures, mostly middle-class, voicing their struggles in their relationships, pushing their partners to show up better, seeking therapy, earning more than their (male) partners at work, and overall having SO much ambition and drive, while more and more men in that age group are struggling with questions like- what is my passion? What is an empowered masculinity today, and how should I show up? The wiser men are seeking help, the not so wise ones are participating in the buildup of slowly exploding pressure cooker. We are really heading toward an overall crisis in relationship durability, if we don’t invest in our growth, maturity and development urgently. Catch the train!
Tag: Friends
Bye Bye Ann Arbor! (For Now)
It has been one whole year and my stay in Ann Arbor is nearing an end.
As an ode to this city, and a goodbye to my friends, lovers, enemies and strangers who shaped my stay here, I am presenting little frames of mixed-media work.
For all those who are reading this in Ann Arbor, you just might receive one soon!
🙂
Memory Frames
To hug, to hold, to kiss
then breathe
She needs to be alone
inside that thought
is a melting pot
of connections
she could never make
Another time,
on another page
she will be lost
in time
in a memory
and a longing
to capture
what she can’t
find
In the Shade
Taken with a Lomography Action Sampler
A city an hour away from Ann Arbour showed me new sides of America. I met two Canadian friends who had crossed the border to spend the day loitering around the motor city with various cameras in hand.
To view this album further, please click here.
Blue skies, sad skies, my skies
Taken with a Lomography Action Sampler
I looked outside
and saw my friends
blue eyed frosted cynics
inviting me in.
As they laughed and shook
their foreign heads
I asked,
Is the moment
more important
or the person?
Glass doors
they seemed opaque
but strangely
filtered some light in,
tiny streams
of yellow murky brown,
through the snow
of people
who belonged here.
More lomography? Find some here!