Brazil discovers how to be present without meditating

A few years ago, a woman moved to a new country with two children under the age of two. The idea of a fresh start by the sea felt exciting at first, but that excitement faded quickly when she realized she did not know a single person. There were no friends to call, no family nearby, and no one to sit with her on a hard day and just listen.

She was not prepared for that kind of loneliness. It was deep and quiet, creeping in slowly. It was not dramatic or visible to anyone else, just a low hum of disconnection that followed her through the day. She had two children who needed her completely, and she was grateful for them every single day. But she learned that gratitude and loneliness can live in the same heart at the same time.

The hardest part was not the big moments. It was the small ones. She wanted to see a friend and remembered there was no one to call. They all lived in another country. One of her children got sick and she had no one to help. She watched other mothers laughing together at the park and felt invisible, even in a crowd.

Making new friendships takes time, she found. Real ones that go deep do not happen quickly. She waited, and in the waiting, she started to disappear a little from herself.

She tried to meditate. Everyone said it would help. She downloaded the apps, sat quietly, and tried to follow her breath. She failed repeatedly. Her mind would not be still. She would sit trying to find peace and instead find a running list of everything she had not done yet. She still does not know how to meditate well, and for a long time, she thought that meant something was wrong with her.

What she understands now is that she was not failing at presence. She was simply trying to enter it through a door that did not feel natural to her at that time. She needed movement before stillness. She needed color, air, curiosity, and something gentle to place her attention on.

Photography had always made her happy. Even before she understood why, picking up a camera shifted her mood. It was like a quiet reminder that beauty existed and she was allowed to look for it. One day, in the middle of all that loneliness, she picked up her camera again. Not to create anything impressive or build a portfolio. Just to go outside, walk, and see what she noticed.

She started breaking the rules she had been taught about photography, such as composition, light, and the perfect shot. She became a photography rebel in her own quiet way. She pointed her camera at whatever caught her eye, however imperfect or small. A shadow on a wall. The color of the sea on a particular afternoon. The texture of something ordinary she had passed a hundred times without seeing.

Something happened that she had not expected. Not because she forced it or followed any technique, but because creativity gave her worry less room to take over. When she was truly looking and feeling curious about the light, her mind was too busy being alive to be anxious. Too busy playing to be sad.

She calls it getting into the happy zone. That place where you forget, temporarily, about loneliness, exhaustion, and guilt. There was guilt too, the kind that can come when someone depends on you completely. The feeling that you are not entitled to take time for yourself. That stepping away, even for fifteen minutes, is somehow a betrayal.

But she kept going back because she came home different every time. Lighter. More present. More herself. Ready for the next day, the next small demand, the next moment of ordinary beauty she might have missed if she had not trained herself to look.

Mindful photography gave her back something she did not know she had lost: her own attention. Not just attention to the world around her, but attention to herself. The practice of noticing outward beauty slowly taught her to notice her own inner state. To check in. To ask what she needed that day. And to answer honestly: fifteen minutes outside with her camera and the willingness to be playful.

She notes that you do not need to be a photographer. You do not need an expensive camera or a beautiful location. You just need your phone and fifteen minutes and the willingness to look for one thing, one color, one shadow, or one small detail that catches your eye. Let yourself be curious about it. Let yourself be a little rebellious with it. Forget the rules. Forget the perfect shot. Just notice. Just play.

Sometimes the thing that brings you back to yourself is not stillness. Sometimes it is the simple act of looking up and seeing what was there all along.

Maja Kerin is an award-winning fine art photographer and founder of Your Daily Pause, a mindful photography practice. More information is available at yourdailypause.com or on Instagram at @majakerinart and @dailypausemethod.