Person spirit
197 creative works found
-
My new wolf friend seemed to like having his pictures taken – he stared “up close and personal” right into the lens. I believe it is only fitting to donate the proceeds of the sale of this image to a park that more than 200 wolves call home! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
-
When I gave the title to this photo, I could just imagine Ted’s disbelief: “Oh, silly Terri,” he’d write, “It can’t be deep freeze. It must be late fall or early spring even though ALL weather channels say it’s early March and the average temp that day was -35˚c. They must ALL be wrong, wrong, wrong…!” :) :) :) This was taken the same day with the photo of “camp pathfinder” in Algonquin Park – my favorite wilderness park to date. :)
-
All work posted may not be used, replicated, manipulated, redistributed, or modified without my express consent.
-
H is for hummingbird, and H is for Helen, Helene, Harry, Hubert, Harold, Harriet, Hallie, Humphrey, Hildegard, Hilda, Hattie, Hassie, Hal, Honey, Horace, Howie, Howard, or anybody who’s happy, hardy, healthy, heartwarming, high-spirited, holy, hospitable, hopeful, humorous, helpful! Here’s a hearty hello to the H’s!
-
At first I didn’t realize what I had done and the magnitude of it all….it took a moment of reflection to see how far I have come in this long road of life….My life is so different from what it used to be….I used to dwell in the pits of my depression, thinking of ways to end my life every day, watching as life went by day in and day out with out positive change, and I sat there doing it all to myself and blaming everything around me, my past all of it was to blame….then one day with out knowing it I woke up inside, it took a moment of spiritual awareness to bring me to my senses….I am a new person, life is full of love…every day is a new chance, a fresh start and every day I grow stronger inside…I am more patient and loving with my children and my mate, and I no longer wish for my demise, now seek only to get rid of negativity inside me and all around me….peace and light is the only way….I really did clean out my temple….I wanted to share this with all of my friends because I think self development is the one most important thing any one being can strive for. I also wanted to share this as a way to reach out and share light and love to anyone who is in any mental/spiritual pain…..I know how it is, I have a dozen scars that show the darkness I came from….I am here, for anyone who may need a gentle, caring hand to help get out of the darkness…for truly light can take away your darkness and love can only heal your soul…..spread peace and light and love in all that you do…... Thank you for taking a moment to visit me and read my words….... “How does your light shine in the halls of Shamballa?” / -Three Dog Night
-
Rust stain formations on concrete. The soul is the spirit or essence of a person, usually thought to consist of one’s thoughts and personality. It is often believed to live on after the person’s death. Golden, Colorado Circa 2008
-
It is now the 21st Century. The old fashioned idea of Christmas elves hammering away in the North Pole is now just simply outdated. So here is the new generation of elf…. Ever heard of a Personal Assistant? Well She is your Personal Christmas Elf. Trendy Wendy will do all of your Christmas Shopping, organize your schedules, and take care of any other Christmas Mayhem while leaving you to sit down and relax this holiday season! What gift is better than the gift of relaxation! Take her home and that gift can be yours today! :D (LOL!)
-
Inspired by children and created for children, a beautiful addition to brighten up the playroom or nursery. Specifically designed to celebrate the festive season ;D Have a specific colour scheme in mind, or wanted to add your child’s name to make it extra special – not a problem! / Simply bmail me and I will see what I can do for you! My entry for For the Kids / As it is so close to Christmas – please lets see your images created especially with children in mind. Competition here / there are some fabulous entries, so be sure to check them all out, and don’t forget to vote
-
Young girl in a little curtsy. Photo based illustration,
-
Hand painted in Corel Painter X and Photoshop
-
The Duke Spirit guitarist playing at a gig at the East Brunswick Club on Friday 27 March.
-
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
-
In this picture I’m absolutely myself because I am doing what I love…being creative, taking pictures and I really like to travel! I had just come from swimming on this photo shoot day. I love to swim….I swim an hour solid & then I do water toning & aerobic exercises! I hope you enjoy meeting me through the comments I leave on your photographs & by viewing this image. Thank you so much for taking time to view my artwork!
-
I sure do love photography & I especially love riding around & looking for great objects for my lens to focus on so that I may share with others. It is a spirit that burns deep inside me & frankly, it’s an obsession! Just ask my family & close friends! Well, anyway this was a photo which I took of myself because I had the opportunity as my son was driving so my hands were free & ENJOY! Smiles Leilani
-
Featured with the group Inspired Art Group Nov 2009 Featured with the group Healing Through Art Dec 2009 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 (continued with Placid Snows 2 ). / __ / ©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 /
-
Nightmares, bad morning…..birds look like they’ve got it all figured out. This is just my emotions in pixels: art born of selfishness, I guess. Or maybe self-control? I won’t know until this day is over and dreams come again.
-
There is a strong message to you here. One which tell you to embrace your physical body by expanding your awareness of your positive and creative nature. Try visualising yourself going about your daily life, able to access and use your personal power during every thought, feeling and activity. / You have great animal energy and the bull is represented quite clearly in this healing painting. Your Spirit Guides are by you and you should call on them for support and healing energies, they are all around you, just ask them for help and they will assist. This comes across very strongly. This healing painting is dedicated to Colin, with love and healing thoughts from us all at Unseen. You have been placed on our healing list and we shall think of you daily. November, 4th 2009
-
…..birds look like they’ve got it all figured out. This is just my emotions in pixels: art born of selfishness, I guess. Or maybe self-control? I won’t know until this day is over and dreams come again. Corel Painter Essentials 4. Cross-posted from Robbegami
-
all stock purchased / except for mouse / http://xnickixstockx.deviantart.com / and / http://redheadstock.deviantart.com
-
Yonder is an original charcoal and pastel illustration. Experimeting with colour and movement on a rainy afternoon, this piece expresses a contemplative moment, a beautiful woman indulging in her spirit, the unleashed potential of a world beyond mind.
-
I never cease to be amazed and mystified when nature allows me to come in close. It happens a lot for me in the national parks, and for this reason, I will forever love the treasure that is our parks. I am so grateful for the struggle and sacrifice made by the far sighted ones before me that rendered our national parks into a reality. It gets obvious that something ‘different and special’ has just happened when a seemingly wild animal in a particularly remote place lets me come near. It’s tempting to blow it off and say, “Nothing unusual here; these are just park animals; they haven’t been hunted in decades and they’ve lost their fear of humanity.” I did this for awhile, to relieve myself of the subtle intensity that gradually seeped into my awareness each time this occurred. I didn’t want to handle how it challenged my pre-conceptions, particularly the ones I secreted against myself; the ones I would not admit even to myself. Then it started happening anywhere, not just in the parks, and just frequently enough that I never quite got ‘over it.’ It came at me from out of nature, but I won’t assume that it is limited to that. It works through whatever we can be passionate for, I suspect; wherever and whenever we open our hearts into a ‘higher’ passion. It began with my hobbies – such a seemingly unimportant word is this, but it was through the doorway of my ‘hobbies’ that an enormity of significance unfolded (continued with Angel Walk). / __ / ©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 @1/500, Fuji Velvia 50,. Wemberly Head, Gitzo tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park
-
“(Continued from Angel Walk) its wooden handle was insubstantial, a crack marred its iron face, but he took the shovel up just the same and began to circle the rock. He felt foolish with each step he took on that stony ground, but his attention remained fixed on that same steady place inside him to which he had just surrendered. ‘Strike there,’ it seemed to say, ‘with all that you’ve got,’ and as iron rang and wood shattered, a large slab fell away from the rock. That space within him was not at all surprised; in fact, it saw only what it had expected to find – the means through which to proceed. “It is true that not only quartz finds its origins in volcanoes, but so also do diamonds, and these were fine large ones now winking back at him in the light of day. Soon the man would discover that he now had the means for realizing his vision a thousand times over, his plan he had underestimated as well he would find. It is a subtle voice, this voice of wisdom found within us all; coming to trust it can make all the difference, indeed.” / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-HeartHealing.com I’m still learning from that voice, a voice that I awakened to, within me, at the shout I heard in nature. As I heed its impetus, I learn to trust in the way of its guidance. As I value its promptings, I seem to notice it more. It has always been there speaking, but as life continues its onward march, I seem to be getting better at listening day by day. It has a particular feel coming out of an inner orientation that I consciously choose. I had been feeling for some time to put up a bird feeder outside my kitchen window, but I never seemed to get around to it, until finally I did. I sat watching the birds feed while three young squirrels played in the back yard; I marveled at the joy I was getting out of something so simple and ordinary. A bit of heaviness had lifted from my heart, I realized. It was the pain of regret still lingering from another home place where I’d spent years building a vast garden with many birdfeeders, a place that had once brought me so much pleasure, but at considerable cost in time, effort and money. I sustained an inner wounding when I left there; never quite letting go of the fear that such pleasure was lost to me. I lacked the time and money required to recreate such a place where I now lived. It was in one afternoon for less than fifty dollars that I restored and even surpassed my previous experience. Life is teaching me how to access the wisdom within me to confront the pain of past convictions and overcome its limitation on me so as to allow transcendent experience. I once held a belief that life was mostly a joyless experience, then through great effort I earned the right to have joy; in time I discovered that joy is simply mine to choose. How I got from point A to point C was an inner journey that continues for me. I decided to cut myself some slack; I’m so incredibly grateful that I chose to do so. I reckon that for me, gratitude was the key (Explanation of how to go from point A to point C within is found in my article here ) / ____ / ©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 D90, f14 @ 8 sec, ISO 100, Wimberley Head, Gitzo tripod, Colt Creek cascades, Pearson Falls area near Saluda NC.
-
Featured in the Inspired Art group Nov 2009. The first time I met this guy he was all bluster and bristling fur and bent on battle with a big interloper into his territory. I had recently read a story about a boy and his best friend, a dog, who happened to be his father’s champion pit fighter. I lent the dog’s name to this big feisty buck, not realizing that I’d come to know him and love him as a best friend, and I’d never again see his aggressive side. I knew his territory; I’d go into the forest to find him, just wandering in the direction of that subtle tug, and more often that not he’d be there in the place that my heart guided me to. Sometimes he was ‘on patrol,’ visiting the scrapes and rubs he maintained to let the others know his boundaries. Other times he’d be resting after a long night of entertaining the ladies. It was business as usual; my presence had no effect on his activities; he wasn’t like a puppy craving my attention nor did he demonstrate affection like a housecat nuzzling against my neck. He behaved for the most part as if I wasn’t there. Something almost imperceptible changed in me during the span of time I knew him. It was like I learned how to reach out thru him and into something unfathomable. Here I am trying to write about it now, and I just don’t have the words. As I look into this picture now, I see one side of the image in darkness and the other is bright white light. He intersects the polarity as if to represent the transition between. I called him ‘Wardog’ when first we met, and the name stuck, though it no longer seemed to fit him. Over time, I’d realize that he represented a different sort of warrior to me now. It was in his presence; rather I suspect that it was in the presence of what I found when with him, such that I began to learn how to heal the quiet wounding of my heart (continued with King of Winter 2). / ___ / ©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 @1/45, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Wimberley Head, Gitzo tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park
-
Featured in Healing Through Art Dec 2009 (Continued from Placid Snows) 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 anticipation of how I’ll be humiliated….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
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
You can buy their stuff
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
Risk Free Returns
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
About RedBubble
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 328,700 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Join In
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.