I have a thing about trees at the moment. This is called Galactic World Tree – recognising the power of trees in their interaction with galactic energies.
Yesterday a friend in America responded to comments made by a friend in Australia. In the early hours of yesterday morning I read words by a friend in Canada which helped me get back to sleep again. Daily I read wonderful quotes and look at beautiful art posted by a friend in Africa.
And in the early hours of this morning I woke with the words “World Tree of Dancing Light” in my head, knowing that I needed to create a post to celebrate my family – the good and true friends I’ve made around the world who provide love, nurturance and support to me as I return the same to them.
What made me think about this was a post I’ve seen published quite frequently on Facebook extolling the virtues of letting go of family quarrels and making the peace to restore family ties, but with the underlying theme that family disputes are about bruised egos and imaginary conflicts. To me this is a slap in the face for those of us who have family conflict because of very real, unpleasant, possibly violent actions which have led to the breakdown of family relations.
To me, my family is everything – and my family is all the wonderful friends I have around the world (the US, Australia, Britain, Spain, Africa, Pakistan and other places) who I treasure and value for the very real friendship and support they offer me.
Beyond my immediate family of friends, daily I see support groups where strangers show love, respect and honour for those who stretch their hands out for advice and kindness.
You have no choice about the family you’re born into and if it’s dysfunctional, look after yourself and don’t put up with inappropriate actions which drag you down and don’t support you.
But you can choose your family of friends which is what I am celebrating today – the world tree of roots of friendship reaching deep into Planet Earth which lets us dance joyfully together in the glow of loving kindness, true ties of love and support, and the Grace of true friends who light our lives.
I have been taking part in a black and white photo challenge on Facebook and for most of the images I’ve used photos I’ve taken of the huge construction site right beside our apartment. The Merit Hotel group is building a huge hotel, along with the three other hotels it has close by, and another hotel closer to the Kyrenia town centre.
It’s been incredibly disruptive with huge amounts of dust filling our apartment, constant noise, heaps of rubbish beside our fence, concrete pours going on right through the night with the noise of trucks and concrete pump, and all the detritus of a construction site on our doorstep.
However, when the challenge started up, it seemed to me that a construction site lent itself rather well to black and white photography, particularly as the tower crane which dominates the site looks incredibly elegant.
So, on the basis of the title of this post: “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em”, here are the photos I took in colour then converted to black and white using the B&W facility on PicMonkey on my computer, and Toolwiz on my tablet.
Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers,
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance…. Then to good sleep,
and – if it happens – glad waking.
~ Philip Booth ~
I’ve been absent for a week or so as we received very upsetting news that a young man who we considered an adopted nephew had been killed in a motor bike accident in Perth, Western Australia, where we used to live. It has been a time of grief and memories for us of a fine young man who we watched grow up from a 5-year-old to meeting the love of his life, to the age of 45 when he was killed riding his Ducati bike. We miss him enormously but we know he will live on in our hearts.
The above image is called “Wild at Heart” – remember your wildness, your courage, your power, your creativity – however you live it, because you never know what each day will bring. Live to your upper limits to make the gift of your life here on earth worthwhile.
We stopped in the entrance to our communal car park yesterday in the late afternoon and I just noticed the juxtaposition of dried grasses against the grey of the Besparmak Mountains shrouded in cloud. I got my husband to wait (not a happy camper) until I got a photo but then decided that black and white suited the image better due to its moodiness. I don’t often use black and white, in fact I can’t ever remember creating a black and white image, but always a first time for everything!