Holiness peace
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Deep in the northern steppe of Mongolia, a place for prayer.
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This image is from Sukhothai in Northern Thailand. As I understand it, this pond was used by royalty for their daily bathing. / The area is ancient and is now preserved as one of Thailand’s heritage sites. / One local newspaper thought it was so good they ‘stole’ it for a full page spread on Sukhothai. I wrote to them several times but – no response. / All I wanted to know is where they got it from. My guess is a lab I had some work printed at in Bangkok. Oh well, at least it was published !
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This image was actually taken by lovely wife. We went to Angkor Wat about six years back and I had bought a digital camera for her birthday. Little did I know she would become so enthusiastic about photography. She has had work published and we have exhibited together several times. Now, she is arranging her own exhibition for later this year. Me, I’m pleased as punch to have a partner who shares my photographic passion.
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A Buddhist monk with a lotus flower at a Monastery in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I spent the last 10 days mountain biking around Cambodia. We had a rest day in Phnom Penh and I asked my tuk-tuk driver, Mr Hen, to show me the real side of the city. It was wonderful. I didn’t see a western tourist all day! The Monastery was our first stop. Luckily it happened to be a Buddhist holy day and there was a lot of activity. This monk was very kind and genuinely interested in my life. He blessed me before I left.
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there is a certain knowing to this lad that speaks of peaceful control.
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Oft times we walk in the wilderness, our spirit lay low to the ground… / Our thoughts are turned to giving up, tears of woe are the only sound. / Surrendered to thoughts of final defeat, sorrow has overcome… / Spirit so low the day is darkness, as you tell the Lord you are done. / Oh saint of God be encouraged, for He says we are never alone… / And God has bottled every tear, He understands the sounds of your moan. / In your weak and weary state, take refuge in the shadow of His wings… / Come aside into the presence of your Holy God, come rest within His peace. B&L
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Spring tulip illuminated on a Holy Bible.
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Washed in the Blood. Thank God for Grace!
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Purified.
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Share the love.
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PROBABLY MY BEST WORK & DEFINITELY MY BEST CONCEPT TO DATE IN MY LIFE. YET NOTHING COMPARED TO THE MESSAGE LIKE DJSOUNDWAVE SAYS, “GOD IS A DESIGNER” & HE DESIGNED THE CONCEPT OF THE CROSS, IF YOU WILL. DJSOUNDWAVE’S CONCEPT MADE ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHIRTS ON HERE & INSPIRED ME TO SIGN-UP AND PUBLISH MY OWN STUFF: / http://www.redbubble.com/people/djsoundwav/clothing/602711-7-god-is-a-designer P.S. sorry about the CAPS lock. lol It’s off now.
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“Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” Ephesians 6: 1-17 18”X24” Prismacolor Colored Pencils on a Bristol Board + 8 Hours.
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This brick path overshadowed by oaks leads to a statue of the Blessed Virgin holding the Child Jesus. It is one of many such tranquil spots where people who come for directed spiritual retreats in Grand Coteau, Louisiana, can sit, soak in the small town charm, and meditate on the ways of the Lord.
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This Dove was taken in Clayton, CA with my Canon Power Shot SI IS camera.. straight from camera / Image made for a friend I lost to heart failure… This is for you Charlie <><
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Olive Brides series. / featured in my exhibition Olive Brides Acrylic on canvas
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Jesus said “If you love me you will keep my commandments, and I will ask the Father, and He will give you another comforter, that He may remain with you forever – The Spirit of Truth Whom the world cannot receive, because it does not see Him or know and recognise Him. But you know and recognise Him, for He lives with you and will be in you. John 14:15-17
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HH Dalai Lama | losar – tibetan new year | mcleod ganj | hp | india 2005 / © tim buckley | bodhi images / 65180018.2 / / exclusive limited edition print 1 | 20
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Child with crown smelling yellow wildflower. Photo based illustration.
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Taken at St Mary’s church in Slaugham, West Sussex. I really liked the way that the evening sun seemed to be specifically picking out this cross. Taken with Nikon D40.
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Here’s a photo I took today of my little girl… she insisted on dressing up in her wings so I decided to go with it and this was the result! / Processed in RAW in Lightroom 2 / Nikon D200 / 18-20mm lens
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Something about this image drew me in as I pondered on it, recalling the moments when the photo was taken. It was cold that day as I lay on my chest aiming my camera up in wonder at the beauty before me. The snow shower tinkled about me as I focused my camera thru the viewfinder fogging over in my misty breath. Even then I felt the hint of something ‘over and above’ me, as a presence gathering me up into a desire for peace and serenity. I felt me relaxing into the cold as I gave myself over to that desire for tranquility, and then I felt it grow. My hand was shaking as I fired off the frame and I wondered at the cause. Was the chill getting to me or was I in the throes of something else? I realized that though I lay in a bed of snow, I was far from cold, or perhaps it comes closer to say that I was not the least bit concerned. I had walked a long way thru ice and snow; my camp was even farther still from help. Strange warmth welled up from deep within my chest melting the possibility of threat, and I simply knew that all was well in my little world. And so as I studied the image before me, I noticed how the background light conspired to seemingly demarcate what had occurred that day on such subtle feeling levels of experience. The words of the Misty Edwards song “Light of Your Face” started playing in my mind, “…Let the light of your face shine down on my heart and let me feel it….For I live only to see your face so shine on me…” As I remembered, the feeling welled up in me, as if to say, “I am here always, not just a memory of what was, but as a reality to be chosen, right here, right now.” / ____ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2.8 @/1/60, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Wimberley head
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Featured in the group Forests Oct 2009 Featured in the group Healing through Art Oct 2009 I sat watching him sitting there beneath the spruce and oak – a canopy of such density that little snow filtered thru. Winter chill creeping into my bones; I rose from my seat in the fallen leaves to run thru a series of deep knee bends, hoping to warm my blood. Upon returning to my seat, I looked in utter surprise to see that he was fast asleep. It’s a given that Park animals are far more comfortable with us that usual, but still I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit flattered that he would trust me enough to fall asleep in my presence. I was raised in a family of hunters, you see. Though I lacked the constitution for it, I participated just the same. It made me feel closer to my father. I went contrary to my nature to get my father’s approval. I wasn’t aware of this at the time. After many years, and having put my guns away, I realized that my life as a hunter had taken a toll on me somehow. I took up a camera, instead of a gun, and without knowing this either, I went into nature to find forgiveness. I had been away from nature for over ten years, away from my childhood friend, that place that I had retreated to for solace so often growing up. I sat there watching him sleep just a stone’s toss away and something foreign crept its way into me – a feeling that if given a voice to speak would have said to me, “Hey, do you suppose that if he can trust you like this, don’t you reckon you should be able to as well?” It felt like my father putting his arm around me and telling me that nothing else mattered; it was okay to make mistakes – it’s how you learn. I realized that despite all the striving I’d never let me feel approval of me. It wasn’t easy deciding to deal with me in a completely different way. But I met something there that day in the silence of the forest that showed me how to go about it. I found it deep within. A deer friend showed me how to find it. / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon 5F, f2.8 @ 1/15, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia, -1 exp.comp fill flash, Gitzo tripod, Wemberly head. Great Smoky Mountain National Park. /
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I sat on a log over a forest drainage watching a deer meandering along in the distance, my thoughts far away and touching into emotion perhaps best ignored. No, the time was upon me to move out of the numbness of feeling and confront the fear I’d hoped to avoid. There it was, profound sadness; someone special was walking out of my life – gut wrenching, now even heart rending in its intensity was this deep sadness, crying out from overarching conviction and all encompassing belief, “I’m not worthy of love.” There it was before me, the truth as I perceived it, “Love will not have me,” and yet there was more, secreted beneath even this. The fear of what was happening back there in my home with her leaving masked a deeper fear and a desperate need to hide an awesome truth; it is this truth that I fear most. My intellect cannot sort this and I have left the need to understand behind, and in letting go of the need to know, I find the understanding simply dawns on me; I have feared who I believe I am, but I fear more that which I know myself to be. There was something other than this fear there now in my awareness and growing in strength in the center of me, rising up from greater depths, no longer feared, avoided and denied; I opened my eyes, peering thru a well of tears, and the distant deer now stood by my side, drinking. I listened, hearing the trickling motion of the stream at my feet; it was as though I could feel crystal waters flowing down quenching a lifetime’s insatiable thirst – rejection long chosen and secreted away, now full in my awareness and thawing, melting, displaced and replaced by greater truth that I would not accept….until now. Now that it held me I remembered it, and welcomed it, and wondered what circumstance could have caused me to turn away from being this so as to pretend at something else; it was a time early in life when the choice made sense to untried thinking. I gave way into it and surrendered and received and it took me and that which I received, I became and was filled. It spoke in music felt in my heart with a new conviction singing meaning which after some time of pondering I was able to translate into understanding which might have said, “I am this. This is what I am – this new sense of me, this new definition, this identity; I have no words to describe it; no name by which it is known.” Language escaped me and perhaps this was as it should be because to label it would be to place limits on it, and I have not found its limit to this day. As I sat on a log watching a deer drinking, I felt it all; the rhythmic beat of all that surrounded me sounded its presence from there in my heart, joining me into a vastness beyond description, welcoming me as I embraced myself into it, receiving me as I became willing to be acceptable; all else of pretense, or mind generated identity, falling away like clutter to find me present within the incomprehensible remains. I recall something I heard on the life of Michelangelo: when asked how he was able to sculpt his masterworks from blocks of marble he replied that he simply cuts away everything that is not as intended and the piece reveals itself from out of the rock; indeed of the ‘Pieta’ masterpiece Vasari said, “It is certainly a miracle that a formless block of stone could ever have been reduced to a perfection that nature is scarcely able to create in the flesh.” The words of Grey Holiday speak to me of this experience in the song “You Belong to Me.” You run, you hide, / As tears fall from your eyes; / They fall like snow / From a wounded soul. / You hold inside / The hurt of great divide. / The hole is starting to get old. So come back to the light, / To the love, you will find, / It’s been here all along. / So come back to the start, / And you’ll find in your heart / That you always belonged / To me. / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2/8 @ 1/60, 200 mm, Hoya warming filter, Gitzo tripod, Wemberly head. Great Smoky Mountain National Park. /
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