photography
Photography that showcases mental health issues and those suffering; photos that educate, empathize, and let you see the world through a new lens.
Presently past futures
That was supposed to be me. I seem to have been clothed in a beautifully embroidered garment. My face was obscured by what I think is a mass book held by the late Monsignor Cirilio Almario. He would have been the parish priest of the Saint Augustine Catholic Church in Baliuag, Bulacan at that time. This would have been the Philippines back in 1974. The Monsignor would have been anointing my forehead with the oil of catechumens. I believe this ritual of anointing with oil was meant to strengthen the catechumen—the one receiving the sacrament of baptism, me in this case—to resist evil, temptation, and sin. This would have been the moment I was welcomed into communion with the body of Christ, the Roman Catholic Church, in this case.
By Oliver James Damian4 years ago in Psyche
Candace Clicks with Aaron
For a time, I forgot what it was like to be out in God's creation, to simply be still and commune with nature. Somewhere along the line, I had grown up and become responsible, career-minded. I chose the hectic, stress-filled life of a manufacturing firm's IT manager who worked fifty to sixty hours a week, often tacking on eight to ten hours of evening or weekend classes to prepare for the next technology upgrade. I garnered much of my self-worth from achieving my work & education goals and from my ability to enable my coworkers to do their jobs on a reliable, secure network. I still took my camera with me on sporadic trips to the zoo, where I occasionally snapped a decent picture of a captive animal before hurrying to the next exhibit. But what I referred to as "my life" consisted predominantly of staring at dual screens and listening to the hum of computer servers' and routers' cooling fans.
By Ben Waggoner5 years ago in Psyche
