Flight of the Eagle

Remembering our Ability to Soar. Created with Toolwiz; Photo Editor; Pixlr and PicMonkey. The feather represents the power of flight and the element of air in our lives; while the handprint represents our connection to our ancestors and our heritage from those on whose shoulders we stand.

Eagle Poem

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

~ Joy Harjo ~

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Spirals of Time

For some reason my attention today has been on the Roman Empire and its rise and fall. Here in North Cyprus there are remnants of Roman occupation all over the place – from the huge complex ruin of Salamis on the south coast to five minutes from here where I live on the north coast to view the Roman fish baths and rock tombs nearby (although I’m not sure if the rock tombs were associated with Roman or earlier history).

To me it’s a reminder that nothing is fixed, that we are now seeing the dying stages of the US and British empires and the rise of India and China, not overnight of course, but underway in a slow, inexorably process.

It’s the same in our own lives – things which once assumed importance can die away to be replaced by new beliefs, practices and identity, in the great spiral of life. Once we recognise the impermanence of life, we can move more freely and accept the new, knowing when it is time to let go of that which no longer serves us.

The Sands of Time

the-sands-of-timeI created this because I’ve been thinking of how changes occur, slowly but surely, as sands does when it’s blown across deserts and forms new shapes and landscapes.

Each empire has always believed it was invincible yet the history of humanity is of empires rising and falling. And so we see cries of “Make America Great” or “Give Us Back our Country” in the UK, which really is a recognition – whether those making these calls realise it or not – that the American and British empires are on the decline while new powers are emerging to take their place.

This doesn’t make the US or Britain any less dangerous, however, as they gear themselves to fight for their empires and bring the threat of war to the forefront.

It simply means that we need to be alert, take notice of war-mongering, and organise to fight for peace and co-existence with our fellow human beings in other countries around the world.

No more wars and no more sacrifices of our young men and women. We need to build a world of tolerance and understanding to leave a healthy, benign world as heritage for future generations.

We Stand on the Shoulders of our Ancestors

we-stand-on-the-shoulders-of-our-ancestors In modern day society we’ve lost touch with the astral and cellular connection we have with our ancestors. Yet they are interwoven into our lives through our ancestral heritage, our DNA and the complex legacy of past lives which all influence who we are today. Honouring our ancestors helps us take our place in the kaleidoscope of life, recognising too that future generations will be standing on our shoulders. What we do with our lives will be a heritage for those who come after us.

The Shoulders of our Ancestors

AncestorsI’ve been absent for a while as my computer needed repairs and the shop I used took forever – I’ll be using another computer repair shop next time.  Plus I went into a huge dose of the Glums, partly from the fall I had a while back which really shook me up, and the death of my young dog.  But a friend asked me to create some artwork for him and it’s started up the wheels of inspiration in my heart, soul and head again.

The above artwork is to honour our ancestral links. the x-ray hand reminds me of all those who’ve left records of their existence on earth, whether as rock art, painting art, inventions, love, caring, sharing, wars, whatever.

We stand on the shoulders of our ancestors – they bequeath so much to us: DNA, heritage, hopes and fears. And in so acknowledging our ancestors, we also recognise that in the future, our descendants will be standing on our shoulders.  Which brings up the question – what heritage are we going to bequeath to them?

Grasses Whisper History

Grasses Whisper History (2)

I created this image from a photo I took of grasses close to Lambousa, an ancient historical site close to where I live in Alsancak, on the north coast of North Cyprus.

We visited this area a while back – it’s about five minutes from where we live – to view the Roman fish ponds, built around two thousand years ago, and rock tombs whose age I don’t know, but they’re pretty old, perhaps earlier than the Roman fish ponds.

Lambousa was a large, wealthy port probably established in 1000 BC, and its fortunes fluctuated until its inhabitants moved inland to avoid conflict with various forces invading the island as Cyprus has always been of strategic interest to the various rulers in this area – Arab, Turkish, Venetians, Lusignans, British and Roman, among others.

I have used hand-prints before because they remind me of those who  have lived before us – an energy imprint, if you like, of our predecessors in history, and when you visit Lambousa, you become aware of the ancient origins of this area – not just the rock tombs and Roman fish ponds, but the Roman pottery littered around the grass and sand.

I have added a black, uneven frame to depict looking back at images of the past, while the two hand-prints at the top portray past ancestors and the single hand-print in the middle represents the future ancestors.  The turquoise patterns at the top represent heritage from our ancestors – so many inputs from so many strains of ancestry.

I guess if we were to illuminate the strands of DNA in everyone, which is represented by the stars around the central image, we’d find that we’re all interwoven, regardless of race, colour, size, sexuality, religion, and so on. It seems to me the ties that bind us as humanity are far more important and grace-full than the issues used to divide us.