Susan Downs
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Writing short stories, poetry, prose, and journaling are my favorite things. My passion is photography and filmmaking...mostly of the documentary style, Lifestyle photography, and portraits. If this is all I ever get to do in life, namaste!
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Social Media, the Creative and 2025...
I did it once in 2015. Can I do it again? And holy smokes, that was 10 years ago. I am referring to a Facebook profile I deleted 10 years ago—actually, I deleted two Facebook profiles—mine and my Mother’s. It was instinctual. I felt like this platform was getting way too toxic, not excluding the fact that I read somewhere how Facebook was a CIA spy on human behavior and also tracking whatever activities I decided to post about my life. The latter of the two could be conspiratorial thinking, but later, it all came out to be true.
By Susan Downs12 months ago in Journal
Decisions!
I decided this morning to fly! Not caring what others thought of me, about me - or not. I'm going to fly today. Make light of my heart and let my spirit soar. Whatever they think of me will not kill me, bother me, or bog me down, because today I decided to fly!
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Poets
Strength
Strength does not count where death is concerned. It makes the best of us weak in the knees and the most, a living being can do is either ignore the fact or cry our hearts out. Being a photographer makes having pictures a haunting reality or a breath of fresh laughter. Sometimes they end up becoming tear-stained photographs or end up as a memorial on your mantle above the fireplace. How quickly time moves. Eleven years, twelve years, sixteen years...these numbers are a lifetime when you spend every waking day with someone you love. The weakest point is when you see their age and their struggle to stay with you for just one more day.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Motivation
'Stances
I was excited when the call came through. My heart skipped a very fine beat, but I steadied myself for the worse, hoping for the best. I knew that time would reveal all the secrets being kept from me. There was never a moment where some doubt crept into my mind, wondering over and over again if this was the right thing for me. I still moved forward with a smile and a laugh that masked my innermost feelings. Some days, my emotions fell upon my face and sat there for everyone to see and everyone did see. They knew when to play with me and then they knew when I was not in the mood.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Fiction
Four Paws and One Big Heart
Where do you go when the pain inside is unbearable? When your heart is breaking and you just can't seem to connect with life in the real world? I was walking around mummified. I was in auto-emotive mode. Wake up, eat, dress, go to work, come home, get in bed and cry... rinse, repeat.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Petlife
