What the bird told me.... about both pleasure and pain, like petals and thorns the rootstock's the same, to contemplate sweet pickings, there is a need to beware, thorns have sharp edges, handle petals with great care. 'dedicated to all blossoming relationships' Visit Recuerda mi Corazon 'an immersion of the heart' PS ~ my syllable sums have gone a bit awry here, hey ho, I never was good at maths, and I have flu ;~)
Isn't it funny,
I was feeling a bit chilled sat here,
I have a flu bug/virus just now,
I was thinking I need
my long, comfy cardigan to warm me, voilà
my love walks in with the said
long, comfy cardigan.
I've had more 'synchronicity' today ~ At the beginning of the year I chose the name 'Grace' as my adopted name for the year, knowing there would be challenges ahead, family matters that would call for me to be Grace-full!
I met the challenge and felt I had lived up to my new name for the most-part.
Recently, my memory lapsed and I almost
forgot about my new name,
I returned to the old pattern,
I returned to the little self
not my new
I spent a couple hours there ruminating
with the little self on how I was feeling today,
how hurt I was, that I had been overlooked.
Whilst blog hopping
I came across something
that I had synchronised with earlier in the year,
when I was thinking about my new name,
and again voilà
it happened, just what I needed! Ka…
I have a hoard of images, each one a precious moment in time captured. I very often open my my treasure box just to gaze. As I relive the moments I know that one day I will offer these treasures to you, as some way of expressing how I feel, this is just such an occasion, you have all touched me deeply with your affirmations. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I recently had an on-line conversation and said "I don't remember smiling at anything I have created"! This week I'm definitely smiling, I received two things back through the post that I created. My Blog Story in Print This is an achievement, as you can see I posted original images and text too ~ You can get your blog professionally printed, but I wanted to have a go, I have some background experience in publishing, it's not perfect, I'm still learning, there's room for improvement! This will be a prototype! Oh that's a big word! Yes, I'm definitely smiling.
I think sometimes when we admit to smiling
at our own creations it feels a
bit uncomfortable, drawing to attention,
self approval/self doubt and ego all come into play?
Also artists are renowned for
never being completely happy and smiling
at their work, what do you think? Visit Recuerda mi Corazon to see other Postcards from Paradise
The hand of support, carved out from a heart of care, is my offering. Sometimes my haiku offerings are bright and cheery, sometimes a little more melancholic, whatever fits the seasons as they change! This week my heart is with a close family member, who has a heavy load to bear.
I share with my online haiku friends
they always offer
@ Recuerda mi Corazon
Observational drawing can throw
some light on this ~
try drawing negative spaces,
the areas around, or the gaps inside of a subject.
Sometimes these shapes can become more
interesting than the subject itself,
often more clearly defining
the compositional aesthetic,
even changing places
becoming the positive!
It's the same with photography,
as with drawing,
negative space is very important.
I stumbled upon something
that fascinated me recently, silhouettes.
I wasn't sure why I was so allured by them?
I'd always considered them to be empty voids -
forms without internal reference points,
I suppose lifeless in a way,
they were compelling, why?
In reality silhouettes are positive forms,
surrounded by negative light
which reveals and aids recognition to shape.
Our instinctive recognition to
these positive shapes can be very powerful,
even triggering the emotions!
Sometimes the mind can feel like
a negative space
I'm home but not feeling it!
The picture is blurred and out of focus. As usual I find change downright difficult! I think it might be saying goodbye to the ocean, I feel like I've left a part of me behind.