Hi everyone, wherever you may be,
I hope that everyone is doing well in the midst of all the uncertainty that swirls around us on planet earth these days.
At the end of the day, we all have so much to be grateful for. Here is my list of 10 for today:
*whatever created me and gave me life
* my beautiful daughter
* being alive
* being healthy
* having a home
* my fiends
* my brain
* my well functioning faculty
* coffee
* art being art and existing in this world
What are you grateful for today?
Do you have time periods when your dreams become vivid , alive and filled with color?
I am currently having those type last of dreams and they leave me wondering about where we actually go in our dreams and what part of our faculties is actually active?
There are so many levels of dreams that you can detect and so many different kinds, it would take a lifetime of research to get inside of this mystery.
Do you dream in color?
Hi from another one of a series of gray rainy days in Germany.
So many things keep drawing me back to the streets with my camera and we are now going on over 25 years!
One of those things is a memorable moment, where everything comes together to encapsulate a memory. A smile, a story, a writing on the wall and the experience gets encapsulated in an image, never to be forgotten.
This image was take in the Tarlabasi area of Istanbul.
Good Morning,
This image is one of my favourites that I have taken of my daughter and is both sentimental for me and expressive of her playful nature.
I was looking at it today and thinking of how important it is to remain lighthearted and free. We get that bashed out of us as we get older and what a a pity that is.
I tend to dedicate a part of my life to silliness and I don’t plan on giving that up any time soon. So cheers to the goofballs of this world, some of which are dear friends of mine. I miss you all and quarantine will end in a few days! Yay.
Good Morning,
I have learned throughout my life to create bubbles to exist in when needed. These bubbles are unseen but they are as real as anything else that you may conceive as tangible.
In your bubble you can permit only thoughts that want to have, feelings that you consider suitable at that moment and frequencies that are enhancing to your process. The bubble is not automatically generated but takes years of work and determination. It also acts as a shield that keeps unwanted intrusions into your internal process, and when this works, it’s phenomenal.
Today is one of those days that I need my bubble, so I will be busily generating it.
I wish you all a peaceful weekend, full of color, beauty, health and tons and inspiration. I have been at my animation classes since 4:30 am and learning has never felt better.
Good Morning,
I remember as a child playing with friends on terraced hills above my village in Lebanon, and we did this crazy thing of jumping from one terrace to the next (and these were high terraces), screaming something ridiculous in Arabic like: ‘my mother threw me and the Virgin Mary caught me’. We were very devout children trained well by aunts and grandmothers to fear a god who punished bad children and saw pretty much everything were did. So we trusted that if god or any of his saints were watching, then leaping was 100% safe and we would not break any bones.
Two broken bones later, I started to doubt this theory.
That feeling of invincibility that we all have as young children is certainly something to reconnect to when needed later in life. That faith that somehow all would be well and that sometimes a blind leap is exactly what is needed despite our great fear of the unknown.
Sometimes the world feels so vast, it’s people too many and the weight of it to heavy to bear. At those moments, and if you were a person that enjoys their own company with the endless mazes ripe with possibilities of self discovery, then the obvious result would be a self engineered containment. It can have the color of your own choosing, a palace on a hill or a hut on a beach, butterflies in its gardens or pebbles on its beach, the choices are endless.
So, I travel in my mind to my own palace of containment, letting my mind chart the journey and my spirit project the destinations.
Yes, our destinies can be re-written, by us.
How gratifying it is to explore the spinning sphere we call home. Each time I plan a new trip, I feel a bubbling of excitement at the unknown that would undoubtedly meet, the amazing people who cross my path and the images my camera would capture. It is as soul nourishing journey when I am far from my routine, away from the usual comforts of home and when I get the chance to push the limits of what I know. It makes me think of how knowledge was collected prior to the industrial revolution and the schooling systems that created machines for the industry; before that time knowledge was sought through experience, apprenticeship and exploration. What an incredibly esoteric experience.
Where is your next journey taking you?
This morning I was driving my daughter to her weekend Chinese class and we had a very interesting conversation. She was complaining about her inability to always find interest in continuing to learn Chinese whilst living in Germany and this took us to musings about the human brain and how we, humans have so much unused potential. It has been said that humans only use 10% of the brain capacity and once we push and struggle to learn new things, we are perhaps activating otherwise dormant wirings in our brain and faculties. She became very interested in the process and walked to the class with a spring in her step.
Day 68 of 365~
image is a composite of a wall in Hong Kong and a closeup portrait of my daughter.
Possessions: What do we really, truly possess? We think of possessions as things we plan and hope on keeping permanently, and the more we have the more we want to collect. But in the end, does it really matter? Maybe we can call them temporary belongings, because that is all they are. When we leave this place, the only possessions we are allowed to cary are the immaterial ones. How much love did we invest, how much care did we give and get, and how much goodness lived in us? Maybe these are the fuels that will be needed in our onwards journey into the next destination if there is one.
Day 65 of 365~
image is a composite of a bird I watched this week and an old portrait of my daughter.