Hope spirit
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There was a time when our dreams felt so real / Just out of reach but not too far to feel / Together we’d finally make them come true / ‘Cause anythings possible when I was with you / But they kept on saying we’d never amount to anything…. All of the dreams we built up from the ground / They never believed them they just tore them down / We will rebuild them from the start, we will rebuild them from the heart ‘Cause once all we wanted seemed so far away / But with every step it was closer each day / The more that we tried it was within our grasp / The more that they told us that it wouldn’t last / And everyone said we were crazy for giving up everything…. All of the dreams we built up from the ground / They never believed them they just tore them down / We will rebuild them from the start, we will rebuild them from the heart From the heart / From the heart / From the heart All of the dreams we built up from the ground / They never believed them they just tore them down / We will rebuild them from the start, we will rebuild them from the heart All of the dreams we built up from the ground / They never believed them they just tore them down / We will rebuild them from the start, we will rebuild them from the heart From the heart / From the heart From The Heart – Hoobastank
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A Woman with outstretched arms seems to hold the sun between her two hands. It is late in the evening and there is an orange glow everywhere
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Mix medium photograph of a nest with 3 eggs and the Chinese characters LOVE, TRUST DREAM FORTUNE.
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Acrylic on Canvas. 1000×740 mm / Tears create a river to the heart, where we can then swim in the hope that will carry us back to the light of a new day…..
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Taken on the same day as Fire in the sky (posted earlier), this flock of ducks passed through at just the right moment to accentuate the brilliant winter twilight! / / Portfolio Areas / / Tigers / Wildlife / Macro / Landscape / Birds / Abstracts / Cats~wild and domestic
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When I was teaching high school English, Emily Dickinson’s poem about HOPE was one of my all-time favorites. The great American poet compares hope to a little bird that never stops singing, even during the most turbulent storms, yet demands nothing from the one it encourages. In the present day when despair and doubts abound, this little poem from the past makes a welcome comeback. I took the photo of the Carolina wren as it perched jauntily on a branch near my patio. I love the wren because, in spite of its small size, it has a mighty song. I think it’s a fitting image to couple with Emily Dickinson’s poem. May the picture and the poetry bring hope your way! (The photo is also available without the poem. Just let me know if you’d like that instead.)
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Hope
by Mark German/ We were meant for higher things… / Dedicated to Axel Moore / / / / / / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. / / Writings (or ramblings) / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / The 10th / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / Beauty / The Black, White & Grey / / / / Hope / / / One / / / Reap what you Sow / / / Trust / / / Directions / / / Unconditional Love / / / The Long Road / / / Silence Lane
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I thought I’d found a reason to live / Just like before when I was a child / Only to find that dreams made of sand / Would just fall apart and slip through my hands / But the spirit of life keeps us strong / And the spirit of life is the will to carry on / Adversity what have I done to you / To cause this reclusive silence / That has come between me and you / And the spirit of life oh-ho remains in light / And the spirit of life oh-ho remains inside / I never thought it would be quite like this / Living outside of mutual bliss / But as long as the veins in our arms still stand up / The spirit of life will keep living on / ‘dead can dance’
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reload of moms favorite painting in oil. Phil
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Special closeout sale LARGE canvas print for sale $124.99 Buy it here ThomasDodd.com/Store All of the elements of this photomanipulation were photographed in my studio and asembled in Adobe Photoshop. / The model portraying Pandora is one of my mainstays – Laurie Love (who is also “Alice” in my Wonderland series) She can also be seen in this picture as the portrait hanging on the wall. / The model for the “evil” spirits is 17 year old Israeli beauty Shelly Haggig… / The Pandora myth always fascinated me as a child (and still does today) being that it can be interpreted on so many levels. Perhaps it is meant to be a cautionary tale of how some things should not be meddled with or consequently – the importance of following directions. / I like to think however, that she represents the endless inquisitive spirit of humankind and that with every innovation and step forward , there can be negative consequences unleashed. However, in order for us to evolve and grow as human beings – we must face our inner demons and banish them…Only then can we truly evolve… and of course, the last words of the tale are: / “And then there was Hope!”
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From the original gouache and coloured pencil on watercolour paper. Despite winning a number of awards and commendations, this picture has never been for sale – it is one of the first illustrations I did and hangs above my bed because I just love it so much! The moral of this picture is that when the last of our hope leaves this world, all that will be left will be dull and lifeless. The butterflies symbolise flight and transformation. The unicorn represents hope, creativity, purity and spirit. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do. Bright Blessings:) This image is fully copyrighted and may not be copied, borrowed, stolen or reproduced in any way without my express permission.
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The brother and sister recognized River from last fall and they both came to say “hello”. The “brand-new” fawn followed suit as her brother and sister seemed to know us and thought of us as “friends”. :) Before they circled my overjoyed dog and they all ran off together, they first make sure that they got their spring morning “family photo” taken. :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
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Hope
by Wendy SleeHOPE / Hope still walks beside me on the road / Her gentle company eases the miles / And lightens the load a little. / On days of unwashed clothes and unkempt hair / She sometimes seems a little unprepared, / Yet mismatched shoes can still skip / And callused hands can still warm to the touch / Of love’s tender potential. / Some days her mind seems elsewhere / But when our eyes meet, / She is quick to smile, / And through her windows / The light burns brightly / For anyone who cares to share. / Hope is never pretty / But always beautiful, / She is a silhouette in an open doorway, / A soft touch as sleep dissolves / A memory that lingers in the folds of your heart. / She is the exhale of a sigh, / The softening of shoulders / To imagined caress, / The trickle of water at the source / Of a mighty river. / Hope never looks in the mirror, / Indeed, she looks beyond, / For she holds her own reflection / In a place I have yet to find. / Sometimes weary, / She falls behind, / Engulfed in the shadows of the past; / Sits down to rest in the settling dust. / A time-worn traveller, she fades from my view / As I continue on unaware. / Somewhere in the chill / I miss her hand in mine / And sit down by the roadside to wait. / In the stillness, / The road continues to pass me by / Regardless, / And if I close my eyes I can be / Wherever I wish to go and whomever / I choose to be, / Yet somehow the one I open my eyes to / Is me. / In these fragile precious moments / When quiet enters me and wraps my soul / In the solace of silence / And the road has lost its urgency, / I look up to find her standing there. / We hug / Old friends, / The holding hands, continue on our way. / Some days Hope takes her own path, / But most days, she still walks beside me. / She lives in me / And I live in Hope…
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Wounds
by Wendy SleeI am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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I had a dream, / A dream so profound / That written words could not express it, / Only tears; / No verbal language could convey it, / Only visions. / This dream spoke in music, it played out in light, / It flickered and danced in emotional tremors / That originated from a source beyond the heart. It manifested within me but not of me / And hovered freely beyond me. / Elusive, I tried to grasp its full meaning, / But could only see it when I closed my eyes, / I could only feel it, when I let it go. / The dream had wings and I felt / The rush of air as it lifted me. We were as we were meant to be – / Released from the heavy chains of our humanity, / Risen above the petty materialism and power struggles / That we once thought defined us. / We had relinquished the ironies of our need for separation from others / That wrestled constantly with our deepest yearning for belonging and unity, / We had softened into our connection with the Earth / And felt her heartbeat as our own, / We had begun to tread more tenderly upon the face of / The one who sustains us, / And remembered again, / To honour the beauty that she held up in her mirror. / Our recognition grew in the knowing that what we saw in our world / Was but a reflection of what we held inside, / Of Who we truly are, / And that the choice between fear and love was our very own, / Not the whim of a distant God. In this moment, we had grown wings, / And through the very lightness of our awakening…. / We had reached beyond our human limitations / And soared free.
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This little guy was living in the grounds of HEAL Africa Hospital, Goma, Congo. His spirit is great. He pretty much adopted us for the week. HEAL Africa Hospital lives and works at the coal face of the eastern Congo crisis – Goma. You may have seen it in the news, for the brief moment it curried favour with the news editors.
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This painting with My Spirit Guides wishes to convey Bliss. This is only possible if you surrender yourself to everything around you. Please try and drop the layers you have built up to protect your inner core and the resistance you have built around yourself. If you can just sit quietly and allow yourself to experience these thoughts and transmute any pain you feel into consciousness and bliss. You do need to know how you really feel and then move past all the resistance without judgements or recriminations. Just surrender to the process and you will experience deep calm and tranquillity. / You have the presents of Ānanda who was one of the principal disciples of the Buddha. This is a wonderful message for you Valerie. Try and surrender to the moment and learn to access deep tranquillity. Within this state you have the potential to experience bliss and heightened awareness. This is something you should do daily. Your Spirit Guides wish to reveal themselves to you and send you great love and rewards for all your efforts. This painting is dedicated to Valerie – Painted with My Spirit Guides – With / Healing Thoughts And Love From The Sparrows. Music – Fill Up My Senses / 27th October 2008
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ever-changing life in new tomorrows / bring the clearness of seeing yesterday… / and then, yesterday is gone and we are in today. for me…i see my every today in: everything i have ever touched… / everyone i have ever loved… / everytime i have ever cried… / everytime i have smiled. in the learning way of touching light.. / finding the way…..home. i hope you like this.. terri
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Fallen angel without wings stuck in a dead tree. Photo based mixed medium art.
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Done in Apophysis and GIMP and then finished by hand on wacom pen and pad. Guide thru the times of doubt, guide to the land of hope, guide to the song of the Earth. Guide to the harmony of all / A TRUE GUIDE /
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Part of our greeting card line Message from the Muse © Angi Sullins & Silas Toball For inspiration visit the Message from the Muse Blog! For our gallery of inspirational and mytho-poetic art visit Duirwaigh Studios Duirwaigh Studios: / There you can find prints, greeting cards, calendars, books and more that will make perfect gifts. Plus our inspirational film “A Knock at the Door” and more…
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, / Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, / Our faith triumphant o’er our fears, / Are all with thee,—are all with thee! Words by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dedicated to J who comes home today. Welcome Home We Have All Missed You.......... Music – Homeward / Bound / Painting using watercolours and graphite pencils / 102×42 cm August 12th 2009
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I have posted the lyrics to this song before, however, I thought of the same song while creating this artwork of Mary holding Jesus as a baby. Photograph of a statue of Mary and Jesus as a baby; enchanced with several software programs. For a beautiful song, listen here Mary did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters? / Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? / This child that you’ve delivered, will soon deliver you. Mary did you know that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand? / Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? / And when you kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God.
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