I found the original image of bison on the move in Pixabay (where you can pick up free images) and it reminded me of the bison as part of our earth heritage and appearing at Standing Rock as the Water Protectors were standing up for clean waters. So it’s not just about honouring the earth, but also those who are standing up to protect the waters around the earth wherever action is needed.
I’ve been absent for a while due to back problems and also a feeling of great inertia which I decided to indulge because I felt it was a message to let go and just let the good times roll again when it felt right. I’ve been creating digital art, can’t stop now, but haven’t felt like blogging at all.
I had created the above piece of digital art and couldn’t work out what to call it when I saw a post on a friend’s Facebook timeline which suited this image perfectly – a ray of light and colour in a world which seems in great, grey turmoil at present. Synchronicity!
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” ~Robert Fulghum
I’m indebted to Robert Fulghum for his inspirational comment.
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 ~
I picked up a packet of sea shells in our local do-it-yourself shop (called here in North Cyprus a Yapi Market). I found three beautiful shells, took a pic of them then fiddled with on Toolwiz. This is the result – it reminds me of the songlines of the earth and how we can align with them to harmonise with Planet Earth.
This image developed from a photo I had of a standing stone in the UK. I like the feeling of age associated with the stone but also the links from the past to the present to the future. I think too there’s a feeling of peace if we take time to think of the aeons of time and the inevitable turning of the wheel of time.
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
~ T. S. Eliot ~
(excerpt, East Coker V, Four Quartets)
I created this image again from the photo of the twisted tree in Japan. The butterfly represents metamorphosis from the old to the new, while the lightning represents the sudden changes which can erupt in our lives and change our circumstances irrevocably. Quite often this sudden change can cast aside the fears and circumstances which hold us back, and open up new vistas and fresh visions as we move forward in our lives.