Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

29.4.10

Hug in a Hard Place

SSDN (South Side Day Nursery) was founded in 1886 and is an anchor for the South Saint Louis community it serves. The school delivers high-quality childcare and preschool education that prepares children for success in school, while enabling their parents and guardians to work, receive job training, or attend school. SSDN is able to take in 101 children at a time.

While a majority of the families SSDN serves work hard to make ends meet, they aren’t always able to. Children in the school often go homeless and hungry. The number one must-asked-for item last Christmas was a pillow. SSDN provides not only education but food, health care, and a safe place to sleep.

I spent three days at SSDN photographing the students, teachers, parents and daily activities. It was hard work and I volunteered for it because I believe in the mission and the needs that this school serves. I experienced many emotions in those three days. Sometimes I laughed with joy and other times I was in tears.

I found that a lot of the children were starving for physical contact. I saw it the most in the older children. Maybe it is because they are a little less afraid to reach out. On my first day at SSDN, I entered room 5 and one little boy came up to me very slowly. I assumed because of the size of my camera that he was coming to get a closer look. Instead, when he was within arms' reach, his hands reached up to the sky. I looked down on the little boy and as our eyes met, his tiny hands touched my hips. It was not quite a hug but more of an attempted hug, and before I could pull him closer or even touch his head he was gone.

Not so far away was a little girl who had been watching me. When she saw I was giving out hugs she ran up to me, coming to a complete stop with the toes of her shoes nearly touching mine. She peered at me with large brown doe eyes. I asked her, “Would you like a hug?” Her little head nodded up and down and as she smiled, I opened my arms, and she fell into me. She gave me a squeeze then off she ran to her assigned spot on the rug for circle time.

At first I questioned myself: Had I done something wrong? Is hugging allowed here? I made a mental note to myself to ask an adult if I had broken a rule. And while I would feel badly if I learned that I had done something wrong, a part of me didn’t care. Those little children just needed a moment of love -- a touch that said, "You are accepted." I was happy that I could provide that feeling, but they in turn, had given it back to me.

It was especially hard to leave for home when I overheard one two year old little boy tell his mother that I was his friend. But home I had to go.Learn more about my time at the school in a dedicated gallery at:
http://www.betsydynako.com/svmanager/g20/
To learn more about SSDN or even make a donation please visit www.SSDN.org

22.1.10

Perfect Health


Perfect Health is my first award winning shot but this photo isn’t important to me for that reason. Primarily it's because of the situation under which it was taken. I was shooting away with my first digital camera, a cheap Pentax point and shoot consumer model. I was taking photos of some Gerbera daises using the textured green walls in the entrance of my home as the backdrop. I had been using my feet to balance a flower in the perfect position for a shot, and when I grew tired I rested my feet on the wall in front of me.

Whatever force you believe moves you/us - whether you call it intuition, God, instinct or the inner voice - mine said "snap the picture." My initial thought was that my feet holding a flower between them wasn’t very interesting, but I obeyed and did as I was told.

The second reason this photo is important to me is because of the role it has played in my overcoming an illness called Endometriosis, which I had since I was 17 years old. I have always associated green with healing and health, while pink makes me think of love. Seeing my feet against these colors sparked within me an affirmation (See Below).

Finally this photo is important to me because of how it has touched others. The process of taking the photo and writing the affirmation lead me to creating a three-piece work of art that described my journey with Endometriosis. This art piece was shown at the ARC Gallery in Chicago in 2004 as part of a show titled, “Endo Expressions”. After the show, word of the impact of the piece spread, and I was asked to show it again at the International Endometriosis Conference held in Wisconsin. There the piece moved many people to tears. For some it put their own feelings into words they had not been able to express, and loved ones of women with the disease felt that for the first time they understood how the person they loved felt.

While "Perfect Health" was powerful as part of a trio of works, it lives on today as a solo act. Today this photo is most commonly seen in the form of a greeting card with an affirmation of health. It has been given by many to inspire others along the path to perfect health and healing. The inside of the card contains the affirmation given to me years ago.

Endo Hell

This piece tells the tale of the first ten years of my life living with Endometriosis. I was 17 years old when symptoms first began. Almost a year later I was diagnosed. Like most women I have had numerous doctors and surgeries, unnecessary tests, drug treatments that only made me more ill, and given pain pill that had no affect of the pain.

No Cure
Reality sets in. There is no cure for Endometriosis. Most doctors are ignorant, at best, about the disease. I must learn to live with the pain. I have to get past the scars in my head, my heart, and on my body. I am not defined by what my body
can and cannot do.

                            Perfect Health
                                         I am a child of God; I do not inherit illness.
                                    I am made to be healthy,
To have joy, and share love.
This idea blooms in my heart and mind as
I
Walk on the path of healing.
I am grateful. I am stronger. I am wiser.
I am more compassionate. I am blessed.

Thank you God.


Side Note: Learn more about Endometriosis at www.endometriosisassn.org