Recovery
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SOUGHT THROUGH PRAYER & MEDITATION / OIL / $3000 US (ORIGINAL 24” X 36”) / SIGNED DEDICATED PRINTS AVAILABLE Some truths are like lights so bright that they blind. These lights overwhelm the mind and senses and leave one confounded. So it becomes necessary to have a different process when examining these truths. A flashlight can help us to see in the dark but is useless in the light of the noon day sun. So we must throw away our old way of thinking and find a new one. A new process that employs an intuition, a faith, as it were, a guide to realms where the light is so bright that the finite falters. An interpreter that can maneuver through previously untraveled territory. This interpreter is found in quiet solitude, prayer and meditation. It’s language is silence and silence is the language of God. It is in silence that we may hear the still, small voice that Is. (visionary imagist”Joey”)
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Ground Zero, NYC
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A pink Rose is usually a symbol for Cancer and recovery. My pink Rose I feel symbolizes recovery. Any proceeds from the sale of this Rose art will be donated to the American Cancer Society.
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PRISONED SPIRIT ( ADDICTION) / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist Sean Farragherhere Word Count: 142 Prisoned Spirit / (Addiction) For there I was trapped with her, / Reeling,reeling poisons in my mind … / Had to find a peace , / From demon kind. Choose / Loss of spirit , / Lose your mind…. Deal with demons / That dwell within / Cast aside from humanity. / Contempt / Sin A prison / of living hell… / The scary place / Where demons dwell. Justification, / Justification / Denial… It wishes well. Can you stay a little while? Actions … / Brought me to this place, / By own accord; / The price damnation / Is this the price / You can afford? So far …. / So far away / From God’s grace. Learn to crawl, to walk / Kneel again / Pleading… / Praying… Healing message sent / Don’t stay too long here / My friend. From the heavens / Forgiveness / Hope, / Restore … Restore / Love and Life… / Content For His Grace Restored , Freed , So free….. / A Prisoned Mind…. / And spirit… / It is … / Me.
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Author amber elizabeth Fromm / Artist bamagirl38here I see you do you see me / I was once in your place / and was set free… I came to these rooms / To heal to mend… / It’s where I found a one / True friend… I come back / and see you there / your me… I’ll share my heart and share / my soul… / Pray that you are made / whole… tis simple / Give what / You receive… Give back / Give back / for I believe… Power in compassion / Brotherly Love. / No judgment here / It’s God”s above. So I come again to this / Place, / And learning of God’s / Amazing grace To touch your spirit / as you touch mine, / to give back / give back / Healing entwined. For I see you / Do you see me? We came here / to be set free…
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Full view please :) This is a very exciting collaboration with earthairfire. Tim and I are both members of A Photographer’s Craft and were paired up for the group’s current challenge Roads. We wanted to approach this collaboration from the perspective of someone who is on the road to recovery… So what do you get when you team up two passionate, slightly opinionated artists who both know what they like and dislike? You end up with Cocoon: The Butterfly / The butterfly is ever more blessed than other creatures of flight. / Though all grace the heavens in the ecstasy of flight, / the butterfly has known the drudgery of the crawl / and the lonely confinement of the cocoon. / Her new found freedom is richer, / wilder and more thrilling than life itself. / This is the beauty of recovery… / Author Unknown ..::Stock Photo Credit::.. / Road / “Model” – locating stock / Field / Butterflies
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AFRAID Afraid to live , afraid to die, / lost in a world of getting high. / Everyone got their own story to tell , / nothing in their hearts but a living hell. / Don’t want to be here in this place, / caught up in this dysfunctional human race. / Holding in the abuse of yesteryear, / filled my soul and mind with fear. Afraid to live , afraid to die, / lost in a world of getting high. / Screaming at the child that lived within, / I led my life drowning it with gin. / Thought I had it all under control , / living my life with a goal. / Then one night I went to far, / never thinking about all those scars. Afraid to live , afraid to die, / lost in a world of getting high. / I took that pipe and drew it in, you see , / it left me feeling so very free. / Nothing was bothering me any more, / but who is that knocking at my door. / Go away and let me be, / I can handel my own life can’t you see. Afraid to live ,afraid to die, / lost in a world of getting high. / Father I have a problem can’t you see, / I don’t like what it’s doing to me. / Please help me now I began to cry , / if you don’t I will surely die. Afraid to live afraid to die , / lost in a world of getting high. / God reached out his hand, and pulled me near, / wrapped me in his arms and soothed my fears. / From that night I began to grow , / Now living in His Love is all I know. No longer afraid to live or afraid to die , / no longer living in a world of getting high. / I am a child of God’s can’t you see , / living my life in harmony ! Poetry By: Madeline M. Allen / My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork / Poetry reflects who I am! / AFRAID / / / Photography / Fractal Art / Poetry By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of / this image / poetry without permission from / the artist is strictly prohibited /
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Empty Chair Earned Seat Acceptance / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist:Mariarty / HERE Empty Chair Earned Seat Acceptance There…God , My Honesty It Sits….My Empty Chair.. / In All Honesty, Acceptance / Must Come From Me / Yes God…There It Sits / MY Seat… Walking Towards MY Problem… / Truth Beknownst…To Me / In Honesty…Yes Honesty … / Yes…With God… Is Where / We’ll Finally Meet / There It Sits / My Empty Chair..Truthful… / Place Of Honesty / Yes, There …Sits My Seat… For Judgment Lies Around Me / Yes Look At What / They See Must First Look To … / Where I’ve Been / Look At My Darkness… / Gaze Deep…Inside / My SINs… / Strength Pray Oh God / To Accept … Myself Oh God / To Look Within / The 1st Step Upcoming / Pending Mercy.. Spirit Freed… / Yes Guide ME..My Surrender… / Your Forgiveness… / Forgiveness Never Seen Admit I am Troubled / Unmanageable? YES God My Life… / Has Been…With Prayer / My Chair Awaits.. Me / Awaits Me Honestly / God’s Love Patiently / Sits So Patiently / Await My Honesty / God Sits Yes..Waits / At My Seat Within / For Can’t Decieve / Myself Nor God / Cause God Knows …Just / Where I’ve Been In Truth… My Deceptions / Living ..Lies… My Body / Where They Dwelled.. That Even Lied to Me.. / Earned A Life A Life / Of Living Hell…. Acceptance / Troubled… / Unmanageable… My God …. My Cost / Life…Troubles …Sadness / Yes, My Spirit Lost…. Yes Spirit SO Lost , Yes / So Lost Within… Getting Hard / To Breath..Body Hard / Battled Conscience / Yes …That’s Just Where / Ive Been! In Not Knowing Truth / from Fiction, / Or Knowing “LIES “ / From Fact Must Pray / In True Surrender.. Seek Relationship / God I Know I am the one.. / The One That Must Innact.. There She Sits / My Honesty…Yes Truth / Empty Waits / My Seat.. Honestly God…In Truth / God I Do Own / Have Earned Yes, Earned … / My Empty Seat!!
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Recovery Everyday now I work on my personal afflictions, / because they were the cause of my addictions. / I work at closing up the gaping hole inside, / as I know doing God’s will fills my heart with pride. For all of you that feel twisted, torn and shattered, / surrender to God, that’s all that really does matter. / See to it daily that your eyes stay on Him, / and you will be comfortable in your own skin. Work with rigorous honesty daily from the very start , / then chances are you will have a good heart. / Do a daily inventory of your troubles and pray, / and in God’s guiding light that’s where you will stay. If life’s issues become more that you can bare, / go to a meeting or call someone that does care. / Remember that we all had this very same start it seems, / that is why we are here, we lost sight of our dreams. Choose a God of your very own understanding, / one that is loving, forgiving and not demanding. / Put all of your reliance only upon Him for today, / and all of your troubles will seem to be less gray. Before you turn in at night , do an inventory of all your woes, / be ready and willing to apologize , that’s the way it goes. / Be grateful for all that you now have because of His glory, / for now you are healing and have a new story. Poetry By: Madeline M. Allen Today my recovery is the 1st. and most important thing in my life. If I do not have that , I will have nothing. So I try my best each day to do the three things that I have learned will keep me clean & sober for another twenty four hours and have a positive impact on my life, One Day At A Time * ........ / 1. Trust God. / 2. Clear away the wreckage of my past. / 3. Share my courage , strength and hope with others. All forms of spiritual disease comes from resentments* ! / ...................................................................................................................................... / My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, / dreams, needs and obligations. / My Artwork / Poetry reflects who I am ! / / / Artwork / Poetry By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution / of this Artwork / Poetry without permission from / the artist is strictly prohibited
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Somatic memory is a theory about how our entire body stores, and is affected by traumatic memories.
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This is my first novel. you can buy a pre release copy on the website : www.ihatecinderella.com It is a joint effort with gorgeous illustrations by Jovan de Melo”:http://www.redbubble.com/people/jovandemelo ( who i met on Red Bubble)- here is the text from the back of the book. Please see the website www.ihatecinderella.com to reserve a copy. Due for release in December Forget the fairytale. Make your own! Who hasn’t had their heart broken? / Who hasn’t cried for days and been unable to eat, sleep or concentrate? / Who can honestly say they haven’t asked their best friend: “When will this pain stop? / When will I get over him?” This book is for those girls, for all of us. / Those girls who let some guy into their heads and hearts, putting aside their own plans and ambitions, to later feel there is nothing left inside their heart anyway. Lucy Summers is one of those girls. Three weeks after her heart has been broken, she travels for work, when the plane crashes halfway. She falls deep into the ocean where she is saved, as only a loving mother, a patient best friend and a healthy dose of chocolate could do, by a mermaid named Obelia. Together they reignite Lucy’s passion for drawing and re-establish her sense of her self-worth. / Lucy learns that you have to know what you want to be able to get it! This book will give you the tools to heal your heart, your head / and your sense of self. ‘A stunning debut novel that takes you far from here.’ ‘A wonderful book for a broken heart.’ ‘I hate Cinderella is inspiring, evocative and delightful.’
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I’m in the process of doing a series on addiction. I’ll post a rather personal journal entry here when the series is finished… / keep an eye out credit time / all can be found on deviantart.com WC_Stock / GrandeOmbre_Stock / D_is_for_Duck / jul_stock
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For Paul Stephen Dixon / the heART, creator and our cohost for MIA , or Musically Inspired Art… Thanks Paul, for being the HeART of Rock n’ Roll, classical, gospel, new age, easy listening, jazz, blues, country for us here at RedBubble!!! Always know that you are special, you are valued and you are loved by us all ;) This initially was a photograph of a shadow of my hand holding a heart shaped crystal, I began playing in photoshop7, then used Fractilius to finish it off to represent… / The heART (chakra) resonates to the colors green and pink and relates to the capacity to express ourselves emotionally, especially while participating in true relationships/partnerships in which both individuals are equally powerful and equally vulnerable. Love and relationship with balance, mutual respect, compassion and self acceptance; with the ‘lessons’ of “FORGIVENESS” based on compassion for oneself and others, as the key to healing the heART. As I am grateful for all the love that is in my life, I share this with all who need healing for their hearts…
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In the 11th hour, on the 11th month and 11th day each year the US celebrates, honors and remembers it’s Veteran’s of War… / Last year in an attempt at balancing the power to creatively express my peaceful self, as a previous anti-war activist who had never truly delved into the depths of ‘casualties of war’, learning even more that they went beyond the physical or deceased sense of the term. Creating a series called PEACE CANDLES that began with the importance of our votes, I was soon inspired by the real reasoning behind some of our holidays. This series brought on an amazing series of collaborations, but the Veteran’s Remembrance (III) one had to be the most profound of these experiences, as it inspired this poetry and a whole new way of looking at ‘Warriors’... Singing for Heroes Unsung heroes of time and eternity gone by, / upon eagle’s wings please hear harmony’s cry; I know of the courage in your brave, purple heart’s, / the valor that runs deep through all body parts; No medals or ribbons could suffice true zeal / of facing the devil, declaring “NO DEAL!” Senses denatured to the ills of humankind, / focusing on ‘cause’ without losing one’s mind; War, we were taught, is freedoms price tag, / for waving or planting the colors of our flag; Laying claim to faith and dignity to rites / for victim nations, to empower from plights; A noble choice to risk one’s life and limb, / while ignorance decides whether to sink or swim; My promise to you from this moment on, / your memories heard in ephiphenomenon; With love and honor, respectfully I’ll close - / each dawn sound the bugle, each eve with a rose. TK Rosevear 11/11/07 Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams / There were Roses written by Tommy Sands are the two pieces of music that inspired the last line of this poem, and each day I hear the first song, while each evening I hear the latter. In remembrance of all Veteran’s of all wars and to all those still walking with the memories and all who have been lost… Peace Candles III includes interviews with soldier’s requests on how they wish to be remembered… /
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This is Grace and she lives in Tunga/Zuga Village, deep in remote Nigeria. In December 2007, I uploaded Her Photographs and since then many people in Redbubble have been touched by her Beauty and illness. Through the kindness of some here on redbubble, We were able to purchase medicines to save her life. grace was dying from intestinal worms. This is because the village has no clean water. I spoke to our Volunteer worker today who is staying in the village, and he has informed me that Grace is now making a great recovery. Praise God. There are many Like Grace who die each year in agony. We are making a difference. Please pray and help us reach many more like grace. We need your gifts. It many be money, Skills, Talent, Prayer or simply sharing our work with others. You can truly save a child’s life. 100% of all proceeds from sales of art, and donations made via our Charity website goes toward helping these precious suffering people in Isolated and remote Africa. Camera: canon EOS 400D. LENS: Canon EF70-300 IS USM. ISO: 100. Shutter Speed 1/500 sec. WB: auto Focus: centre weighed
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This is the beautiful foal I photgraphed with the owners permission. It was new born and not expected to live as it could not stand up. The mother was very protective and would not leave her babys side, there was hope all round that tomorrow would see the foal’s recovery… and it did. This was taken on my Kodak Z8612IS camera. It has been edited in photoshop to remove a heavy wire and post fence so that the foal could be enjoyed more. There were three strands which crossed over the foal, Thanks for visiting /
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Our Beautiful Bella resting under the Christmas Tree with her favourite toys. Who would have thought that just over a week ago she was so ill we thought we might lose her. Our thanks to the skill of the Vet who operated to remove her tumor and to all the wonderful family and friends who wished her well. I’m certain that the power of positive thought has helped her overcome her illness. This is the best Christmas present anyone could have given us – every extra day we have with her is a bonus beyond words. I have written a journal entry with an update on Bella’s progress and to say a huge Thank You to everyone here on Redbubble who sent prayers and good wishes for her recovery! xxx
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This Written Work Is / Dedicated To My / Dear Friend Judi Taylor here Feel Freedom / Spirit Such Spirit / My Freedom… / Exhuberant I … / Dance It’s Delight / Reborn, Renewed / My Spirit Transforms / As Wind, Sea And / Softened Sand… / I Myself … So, Reborn / New Found Freedom / Free Is Expression / All Feeling… Care Free / Inner Self Revealed… / Not Held Back… I Bask / In Joy….In Touch, So / In Touch With God … / Becoming Part, In All Things / Breeze Of Wind, Waves / Upon Shore, Softened / Sand, Enlightened / As Sunlight… / Such Radiance… / I Celebrate , Joy… / I Am Released / Feel Freedom… / My Spirit, / My Freedom… / Celebrate, Celebrate / Dance It’s Delight / Reborn, Renewed… / Enlightened, / Feeling Freedom… / Feel Freedom… / My Spirit… / My Freedom… / Exhuberant I … / Dance It’s Delight…
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Yes, the ladybirds often seen on my site have made a recovery and were in their thousands last night in the forests at Mount Burr in South Australia. This group kept emerging from the darkness towards my flash as I tried to get some night time shots of them huddling together on a power pole. The bolt joining the frame and cement together made a point of focus for the shot and a small platform for them to climb on Canon 400D 18 -55 with a speedlight. Processed in Photoshop CS3.
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Yesterday I reported the swarming of thousands of these beautiful creatures in the Mount Burr Forest in the South East of the State. This lot were clustered around the nut on a bolt holding the side plate onto a powerpole. Interestingly I went back today and nearly all of the tens of thousands had disappeared back to wherever they came from. What a magical twenty four hours this was. Thanks to Biggzie (see his site for some great images) I can now tell you that they are the: Common Spotted Ladybird / Harmonia conformis Canon 400D 18 – 55 lens with speedlight.
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An image to match yesterdays post where another group of ladybirds were at the other end of this bolt. Two days ago I reported the swarming of thousands of these beautiful creatures in the Mount Burr Forest in the South East of the State. This lot were clustered around the nut on a bolt holding the side plate onto a powerpole. Interestingly I went back yesterday and nearly all of the tens of thousands had disappeared back to wherever they came from. What a magical twenty four hours this was. Thanks to Biggzie (see his site for some great images) I can now tell you that they are the: / Common Spotted Ladybird / Harmonia conformis Canon 400D 18 – 55 lens with speedlight. ””If we ever get this nut off – anyone got a spanner?”
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Another trip out to the swarming of ladybirds that I have been reporting on at Mount Burr South Australia. This time we took them flowers!!!!!! The thousands I have posted on recently have dwindled to small groups of twenty to thirty and are slowly moving on. They climbed aboard our flowers which gave us opportunities to take some images a little different to those uploaded over the last few days. I promise the ladybirds shots will stop soon but they are just such brilliant works of nature that I can’t help keep going back whilst they are there. Canon 400D 18 – 55 lens with two stage extension tubes and speedlight.
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Mixed media. / Patchwork relating to a larger work I’m doing about the Victorian bushfires of February 2009. / Each image is extracted and abstracted from photographs I found on the internet taken at the time of the fires. / Smoke damaged, as their lives and hearts and minds will be for some time to come, for most always remaining so.. be damaged by the nightmare of the fires / The patchwork is symbolic of the recovery,handstitched to represent the time and effort it will take for the victims and their communities to put the pieces of their shattered lives back together.The needle and thread still attatched to represent the ongoing process of recovery.The quilt to symbolise comfort.
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I managed to spend a great weekend with Teresa Zieba and her husband Wojtek. Although we’ve had a considerable amount of contact, here on Red Bubble, this was the first time I met them in person. I have to say I enjoyed every minute of it – tremendously. I found out that, on their way home, they stopped off at a Provincial Park and she broke her ankle ! This is my version of one of the water lilies we photographed together. Here’s to a speedy recovery so we can have you back soon ! Group Feature / Polish Place – September 9, 2009
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