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 ~
I’ve just found that piZap has released its updated version of its programme so I was playing around with the various gizmos now available and came up with this image from an earlier piece of digital art I created with Toolwiz from a photo of a seashell with a rather lovely pattern.
To me it’s like a kaleidoscopic image of our colour DNA, all neatly laid out around the central focus of our celllular incarnation. Okay, imagination running riot but it’s fun, nonetheless!
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away, well, Perth, Western Australia, to be precise, I used to wear black all the time – black tops, black pants, black hair. I suffered from depression and I was fat, so I felt that wearing black made me look slimmer.
Then I did a a Reiki 1 course and it seemed to open a light inside me. As I was leaving the workshop on the second day, I saw a short, fat lady wearing black who didn’t look any slimmer and was still fat, and so it occurred to me that I was a taller woman wearing black to look slim and still looked fat!
The next day I went into Perth’s biggest department store and bought a brightly coloured cotton dress, just right for the heat of summer, and which made an amazing difference to my life. I felt lighter but, interestingly, quite a few people came up to me to tell me how much they liked the dress and colours. My husband reckoned it was my Ken Done dress as Ken Done was an Australian artist who always painted in very bright colours.
So here’s a reminder to you all – colours make your life. They light up your life. Tune in to colour and see how it affects your life. And find your favourite colour to work with to resonate with your heart and soul energies.