She Thinks My Chakra’s Sexy

August 13, 2020

I’m having one of those days. I was listening to a ‘how to boost your business talk,’ and I couldn’t take the woman’s pepped up accent anymore. I’m sure she was giving great advice, today wasn’t the day for it. Cut podcast. Then I realized I’d reached the end of my blog list topics. How has it been 16 weeks already? Cue writing a list out with new blogs. Whew, I wrote out 14. In the clear.

Shooting with Noelani Hawaii. Noelani Noelani creates gorgeous pieces that - forget it - I always start that way. Look honestly, everyone modeling always ends up in the buff by the end of the shoot. Not in an overly sexual way, it’s a let’s drop trou and celebrate being bare wearing great jewelry. It’s fun, there’s usually a lot of laughing involved.

Nude is not the only aspect of working with her that stands out to me. The stones she uses for her pieces are other-worldly. When the light hits, the dimensions added to the stones make them so enjoyable to work with. Multi-faceted (well this is about to turn into a terribly corny pun, I’m really throwing out the winners today), Noelani’s brand includes more than crystal jewelry–music + sound healing, yoga, and holistic wellness.

Before I go on my merry way, there was one shoot that didn’t end in the buff. It finished with a sound healing group. The original plan was to shoot the jewelry, then shift to photographing the sound healing group. First part was great then the next part of the plan vibrated into space. Why? The shutter on my camera makes noise. I usually don’t notice the sound. In a quiet room where the only other noise is various humming tones from bowls, that shutter wasn’t harmonizing, at all. It was akin to a cell phone ringing during a wedding. You know what else? The room was dark, lit by mood candles. Oh hey everyone! Don’t mind my flash going off. You’re doing great; it’s not disruptive, I promise. Potential solution; the tripod and slow shutter speed. Nope, still leads to the release noise. When life gives you lemons, throw them in the air and accept where they land.

I flicked my camera off, put my sound healing skepticism aside, and found an empty spot on the floor to lay down. I had no idea that laying on the ground and listening to a person move a stick around bowls* was relaxing. That was a release I was literally floored by (couldn’t let you go without at least one more blatantly obvious pun).

OmmmmmFunkOmmmmm!

Dear Reader, that catchy closing line is under construction as I don’t think you can Ommm a Funk or Funk an Ommm or it may endure the test of time, stay tuned, dun dun dun!

*The proper names for the tools are singing bowls and mallet, I googled their names 2 seconds ago…the more you know!