For some reason this image reminds me of the song by The Moody Blues, “And the Tide Rushes In”. Lovely music by a wonderful group.
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!
My husband and I went out to dinner a couple of days ago at The Cabin, a restaurant close to us which is right by the Mediterranean sea. I saw a fishing boat out at sea and it looked almost mirage-like as the sea was very calm but with a slight haze due to a dust storm blanketing Cyprus. I only had my smartphone with no zoom (a reminder to carry my camera with me everywhere!) so I took a pic then fiddled with an edit on my smartphone, a couple on my Tablet app, Toolwiz, and sharpening with PicMonkey on my computer. Here are the results:
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.
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
We pray that it will be done
~ Joy Harjo ~