Peacful person
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Another image taken yesterday at the local beach, it’s quite simplistic really so I would love to hear some opinions.
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To the world you may be just one person but to one person you may be the world. Heather Cortez
by Peace MitchellAll proceeds from the sale of this tee go to Mothers Helping Others projects. / Helping families with young children in North Queensland, Australia in practical and tangible ways. http://www.mothershelpingothers.org T-shirt reads: To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world. / Heather Cortez www.mothershelpingothers.org
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Protected and safe in the hands of a guardian angel. Photographic high contrast print.
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This photograph was taken 3 days after my grandma died…
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This watercolour piece represents my state of personal reflection. We are constantly tied up with millions of thoughts, emotions, responsibilities and choices. We have a jug which contains water… and when empty we should go back to The Well to be nourished again and to nourish others. But how often do we go back to The Well… which holds so much treasure and hope. And how many times do we wither away too far to realise this. Here is part of me for you.
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ArtRage 2.5 A quiet angel rests, a sleeping island amid the still waters.
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Emotive piece of art drawn in Graphite Pencil…L K Southward- Iconic Art UK Nominated for ‘Pay it Forward’ by Andy Mueller IPA “I have so many favorite works of art on the bubble that it is tough to narrow it down to just one. But every time I see this one, I know it is the one piece that triggers the most emotion out of me. So, I’d love to submit my Pay It Forward to a wonderful British Artist L K Southward and her graphite pencil drawing called “This is your son”. Every time I see this drawing, I have tears welling up in my eyes. It is such a strong piece of work, and she clearly is a very talented artist.” Featured in the group THE EEG on 9th May 2009 Featured in the War – lest we forget group for the 141st Memorial Day (1868-2009) Featured in the Pencil Drawing group on 13th September 2009 Original drawing sold on 29th April 2009
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Image copyright © 2008 Lisa C. Weber. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Image copyright © 2008 Lisa C. Weber. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Nude polaroid
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Polaroid
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Or “Slingshot” as my daughter named it. :-) I just thought it was an interesting tree. Standing on a ridge in these lovely woods, we spotted this wonderful tree. I love walking in the woods, they are so peaceful and stress relieving. Grant Park, Centerville, Ohio / August 2008 Canon EOS Rebel XSi (450D) / f/5.6 / 1/15 sec. / Canon EF-S 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 IS Lens @ 55 mm As is, straight out of the camera © Rachel Stickney 2008
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A person standing on a hill over looking the water.
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The idea of sacred space has been one of the foundations of Native American philosophy throughout time. We see all life-forms as having their own life cycles, from the Stone (rock) people, to a Cloud person, or to a Standing (tree) person ~ they all have a space that deserves respect. Every creature being has its own territory and respects the territory of other animals. Two-leggeds (humans) also have a personal space that, if respected, becomes Sacred Space. This Mandala was created to represent ‘Sacred Space’ on the Blue Road to Spirit… teepees (home/shelter) in the cardinal directions: White/North; Yellow/East; Red/South; and Black/West (also symbolic of the 4 races). Day skies & Night skies, cloud people, thunder/lightening beings, standing people, mountains, sun and moon. Arrows of respectful friendship and feathers for the gift of respect. Sketch was photographed and painted, edited and filtered in Redfield Plug-in Fractilius, in photoshop7. Great Mystery, / Teach me to honor / the Laws of Sacred Space, / The customs and traditions / of every creed and race. Great Mystery, / teach me to develop / the talents that I own / And to behave with reverence / in another’s home. Great Mystery, / Teach the child in me / to accept with grace / the part of Sacred Mystery / found in every space. Jamie Sams SACRED SPIRIT
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Today, it’s interesting to say the least / to find a thinker / in such a thoughtless generation. Kids are mindless, accepting everything at first glance / rather than doing the research on their own. Twain said it best…If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed. If you do read the newspaper you are misinformed. [KGJ] ISO 100, Shutter Low (~1/40), Dark BG, Sunlight
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- something interesting someone said to me recently – me and my thoughts … “there is no peace in uncontrolled noise” - is that true?- always? – does that mean there is peace in controlled noise? – what is peace and what is noise? ...
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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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Snowfall in the southern United States is rare enough, even in the mountains, to make it special for most of us. I was fortunate to catch a series of snowfalls while camping in the Smoky Mountain National Park. Road access through Cades Cove was closed but a long trek into the back of the cove landed me into one of those sublime experiences that I treasure at least as much as snowfall. You wouldn’t think so, but it seems that the quiet can really grab my attention and hold it just long enough to make a deep impression. I become aware of the tinkling snow falling, then each whispered ‘tink’ seems to make itself known individually, and then the sense of something profound steps out of the obscurity between the sounds, looming into my awareness where nothing had registered the moment before. I’m startled only to the degree that the sound of falling snow impacts my senses, but it’s still a significant impacting, because (as I mentioned) nothing was there just the moment before…or so I assume, until the feeling of it settles in and begins to jog a kind of recollection unlike any sort of remembering that I’m previously familiar with. It’s so unfamiliar to me, this presence, that it’s as though it reaches into me like my heart is a hard drive and begins accessing anything there that will lend it a language to speak to me through, because it doesn’t use English and it doesn’t speak through the thoughts of my brain. A flood of ‘feeling memory’ begins to flow through me like I’m re-living it; there’s the way my grandmother poured my milk a hour early so as to allow the cream to settle to the top because I loved the way it tasted on my upper lip; there’s the feel of the trees calming me in the woods near my boyhood home no matter the drama that I had just experienced; there’s the image of me lying in the hayloft stroking a yellow kitten as the rain patters on the tin roof, and on it goes until…..I just get it; it occurs to me how all these past experiences had one thing in common – an essence, a presence that is here again within me having stepped into my awareness from out of the silence between the sounds. I’m returned home, I realize, to the home I had forgotten so long ago that I can’t place the time when I lost touch with it. I just know that I did. It’s not unfamiliar after all, now that I’m in it; now that I’m no longer keeping it at arms length. Why would I do that? Why would I fear such an embrace as this? It’s like I answer my own questions in a burst like machinegun fire: I blamed you; said you abandoned me; refused to forgive you; refused to acknowledge that it was me who walked away from you; I’m at fault and now I forgive me; now I know that you never abandon; now I’m willing to learn how to release the justifications I’ve held for why I’ve needed to suffer your absence, and on it goes as I begin to feel a part of this presence, as I come to know that this is who I am; I just know this somehow, and I feel everything else that’s a part of this as well. It is my awareness that is increasing, expanding out into this and recognizing a continuum, an interconnection with all that I meet. I feel the snow falling in me. I feel the silence rushing out to meet me. I feel so much more alive…at peace and serene. I sense that life will challenge me to remember even more, and I’ll not be swayed into doubt so easily. I feel the world around me smiling like a friend who has always wanted to make me stronger in this way. It’s like I’m taking my life by the hand and stepping into the next moment, no longer as anxious in fearful expectation of how I’ll be humiliated and defeated, but maybe just a little bit enthused for what there is in store for me instead. The doubts that made me weak in my resolve to remain here are falling away; I’m casting them aside; I don’t desire any longer what they do to me. I’m Dorothy tapping my heels together and taking flight back to Kansas :-) Oz had its attractions, but now I’m over it. I’m finding new courage, heart and understanding and they’re taking me home. / __ / ©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 on Fuji Velvia 50 slide film, f2.8, 125mm, Wimberley head, Gitzo tripod /
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Dreams in the negative: / No pain. / No hunger. / No fear. / No hate. / No helplessness. Are they dreams if they’re backwards? / Can we dream that way? / Can we dream from the wrong direction? She knew only the inversion. / She felt only the wrong way round. / She never / (another negative) / Had a dream that spoke to something facing forward: Comfort. / Plenty. / Peace. / Love. But what’s the positive of helplessness? / Control? That’s all she had and it was a nightmare. / Poor backwards thing. / Facing the wrong way round. / An inversion of the soul. / Always running away. / Never toward. Photo image (shot by me), scanned image of glass beads, along with digital painting; Photoshop Elements 3 and CanoScann 8800F. /
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Yogi sitting in lotus position on a sun aka everyone is a star, no man is an island
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