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chasing the Mad Hatter

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It all started out innocently enough. I heard about a place where there was a possibility I could run into, or meet up with the Mad Hatter, and if really lucky maybe Alice herself.   had to crawl through a door to do that, and fall down a big hole, but I was game.

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Once there what had started out easy enough, was proving to be a big confusing, there were no road signs, in fact, there had been a note earlier in the game saying I should follow the path.  And it would be more fun if I had my settings at night.. but you can see, I wasn’t that brave.. I kept to travel in the daylight.

I went in to explore the first building I found, it was empty, but fully furnished I was able to warm myself by a roaring fire.  I wasn’t tempted to rest on the bed.. but I did sit a spell on a chair in what appeared to be a bedroom with a lot of books.

When I found my way out of the big spooky house, I sat for awhile hoping that I would be given a sign, or someone would come by… no one came.  I did meet a guard at the entrance to the red queen’s palace, but she was no where to be seen.  I dared sit on her throne.

I made my way over hills, and through a huge valley of coloured mushrooms, I could hear activity, but didn’t see anyone.  When I came across the tea party, no one was there, all the desserts were out, and the tea still hot, but not a soul in sight.

The windmill was beckoning with its welcoming lights at the door, before calling it a night, I thought I go explore.  Sigh.. a woman’s work is never done.. I had to mend and sew without any proper light before I could go to bed.

Meanwhile, while I was out exploring, Little Q was at home enjoying a night by the fire, with not a thought in her head to leave her cosy home

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No two people use “time” in the same way.  The trick is to find what is “right for you, and make time to do it.  Every day we get to create our own “chapter and verse”, it was a grand week-end.  Now, we have a whole week ahead. Happy start of the week everyone.

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I am little Ms Q.  and I luv YOU… from my virtual home, I bid you a good night.

 

avatar (Siamese) is a Dinky (found in Second Life) designer Etheria Parrott  Tiny Inc -Dinky shop

Alice In Wonderland sim is also in SL Alice in Wonderland.dsyphoria

model for the human avatar  -Dentelle Noir

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Q is Qyhat Harbour (pronounced Quiet)  friends call me Q =^_^=

 

looking back

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It really was just another day on the road.  We stopped, and I got this feeling that we were being watched.  You cannot see in this picture, but in the darkness of the woodlands, was a deer checking us out….  well ok, I can’t say for sure it was a deer, but it had four legs, and piercing eyes.

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I tried for another look, at that time I was using a digital Minolta, I confess that I am not a stealthy hunter when I cross over brush and fallen logs to get a closer look.  At the time, I didn’t know about  phone cameras where I could see what I was stalking.  It is in clearing an area on a shelf for a new acquisition ( an airplane clock) that I found the delinquent disk, with pictures from “another time”- labelled Bancroft.

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From the pictures of the interior of the darkened woodland, I see I was determined .. and was not going to just walk away.  I’m  happy to say that this stubborn streak is still with me, much to the chagrin of others.   Now looking back many years later, what I have to show for this adventure of mine, is pictures of a forest woodland that held on to its mystery and mystic, why share the pictures, it’s a case of you had to be there… really there to appreciate the moment. =^_^=

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MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA  – gone gone gone, replaced many moons ago.

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I have no idea what this last picture is all about, but decided to include it since there is so much black in the other pictures.  As a photographer, you have to accept that some of your artist captures, are not always, A1, but for sure, they all capture that moment in time, when you thought Ah Ha….

some one, or some thing

watched in the shadow of the trees

drawn to the feeling of being watched

I let myself be captured by the slight movement of the leaves

as always when totally caught up in the moment

my heart did a little dance

my sense of awareness went into over drive

would we connect

would my lens find its mark

no matter, I had to pursue my  need

to capture what I couldn’t really see

this adrenalin is pure, it comes from within

the artist in me is alert

for in a nano second, I’ll press connect

to the instrument in my hands

the moment passes, the thrill happened

will the climax be complete

when I look at the

picture on the screen

no matter what

I lived the moment

and the picture

that I will see

will be

a forever reminder

that in that second

I was part of life

in that space and time

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Do you believe that you are always connected to the Universe, and that, there are times, you are drawn to produce, or create something, because it just feels right..?  I believe that we are all artists in our own way, sometimes, what we do, is clear, the picture, a “master piece”  It conveys something to the artist and the viewers alike.  Other times, it is a reflection of a moment that came and went.  No more, no less.

Just be

namaste      –      Oyashikiri

 

our dogs back then

Echo – white/tan lab

Karma – Portuguese Water Dog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raven – crow

Crow and wolf

friends, forever,

you are my brother, my kin

we wander and forage together

I  see above the trees

you bring foes to their knees

together our life begins

no enemy will be let in

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Wolves and crows have long been known to socialize.  A crow/raven is smart, and  wise, often acting as a scout, when they are out and about together.  Amongst themselves, the black bird will share with friends, and spread the word when it finds something to “crow” about.  Ravens are said to activate the energy of magic and links it to our will and intentions. When we accept the Raven/crow,  we are helped to take unformed thoughts and to make them reality.

One of my earlier stories featured, Rocco a black crow that came into our lives, and with his strong personality, he took us on some wonderful adventures in a forest not far from our home,  It was with his guidance that I met the most interesting “personalities and characters” that dwelt in the forest, on the floor and in the trees.

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Imagination is a wonderful blessing.  Through the raven I have learned and heard many stories come to life within my inner realm of words.  What is it about the crow/raven that fascinates some yet totally repels another.  No one really knows.  I find them to be my kin, I love their conversation, and their opinionated calls.  When they come together to enjoy some social time, they can be very lively and vocal…. when they are deep in thought and searching, their silent energy can be intoxicating, for they focus with determination, and fly with their radar on.  All their sense in alert mode.  They remember friends, and know their foe.  In a study done it was determined that the New Caledonian Crow can make inferences about the behavior of hidden animals in its environment, an ability previously observed ony in humans (Los Angeles Times)

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They can be ornery and loud, but who can say they are never loud or get ornery.  For me, when the crows come back and begin to tell their tales, I know that spring is on its way.  Always they come back, they crow, they call, and when I finally appear, they tell me of their holiday, and I smile from ear to ear, .. they have so much to say.

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=^_^+

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

 

 

 

  • crow and wolf by Mauro Pasquero
  • crow,kangaly.ru
  • raven,kangaly.ru photo@Alexander von Reiswitz
  • ravens found on ravensbeak.tumblr.com

Buen dia, Good day everyone!

My inspiration today was this wonderful door handle I found. It is the picture, the door, the whole enchilada! This capture has personality plus.  Door knobs, handles are fascinating, the vast variety seen when one searches them out is mind-blowing. Artistic statements .. not necessarily on their own, they are, but somehow the charm, the “statement” is in the marriage of the hardware to the door itself.  When this was new, I doubt it would have had the same fascination for me, but it has aged, and its appearances has been enhanced with age.

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I looked at a lot of pictures of door knobs and handles, I have a Pinterest board of Doors, there are many beautiful pieces in all shapes and sizes.  Some wonderfully preserved.  But this is the one I wanted, this is the one that spoke to me.  It sent my mind off into story land, I imaged it talking to me, wishing me welcome. Smiles, the door handle is a wizard in disguise. Lean closer, hear the tale he spins to beckon you in, behind his sturdy ancient weather worn door.

Enter through this door

watch your step there is no floor

inside you’ll find the years of wear

you’ve allowed to gather on your earthly form

do you dare face the dust and debris

on the pages of your life, worn and torn

from constant use and abuse.

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oh, will the door not open

please, use the knocker

the sound will be heard within

you need only want the door to open

and it will

if there is a lock, it is because we put it there

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We loved with all our heart,

we were blessed with happiness and bliss

and for whatever reason, it was lost

so to  protect our fragile heart

we put it under lock and key

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time passes, life around us changes, and so do we

but somehow, we don’t want to use the key

our heart still beats and longs to be free

what was…. was… we now know we can never go back

we simply are not the same person we were back then

trust the desires and longing of your heart

trust the person you have  become

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Love is beautiful

Love is being alive

Love is the freedom to be

Love is living a life in Perfect Liberty

Love is us

Love is you, me

we are ONE

God is Love.

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

PL Precept # 2  To live is to express One’s Self

PL Precept #11  Always be with God

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text – Q

idyllic & surreal

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While not everyone, enjoys surrealistic art, it is so often mind-blowing and fascinating, that it is hard to not look at it, gazing into it, trying to absorb or discover what it is about the picture that draws your attention.  Imagine  the artist who pulled this piece of art together.

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Being a visual person, I find it fascinating to see what someone else has seen and in turn,  put it out there for me to discover,  It would be nice if we could see into each other’s “head” to see for ourselves what someone else has seen.  however, while the person who puts their visualization to pen or to paint to show us, there is no guarantee that we will see or feel the same emotions and exhilaration that the artist did ………   We are all just so unique.    Yes we sleep, wake up, and eat like everyone else in a manner of speaking… but..what we get out of these actions is different to each of us.

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PL Precept #17 Grasp what is most essential

PL Precept #  7   Everything Exists in Relativity

PL Precept # 1    Life is Art

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

 

 

http://art.ekstrax.com/2015/07/mind-blowing-surreal-paintings.html

fantasy landscape by Roberto Nieto  www.cruzine.com/

Deep in the forest

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Somewhere deep in the forest, the sound of suppressed weeping drifted with heartbreaking moans that left the little elf restless and frustrated.  He wanted to help, he wanted to fly across the glen and offer his help.  Sadly he knew, that the little maiden in such utter  distress, had to let her sadness flow, let the grief that had over taken her, run its course.

Sometimes in life, we can hear the pain in a friend’s voice, or see the sadness in their eyes.  We want to shout out or  do something to make that pain go away.  It is so hard to watch a friend suffer through their silent agony. A void, a memory, a shattering grief for what was, or could have been.

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Some willingly give their hearts, only to find that the person that they trusted and believed in, was merely a “mistress” of their own making.  It is so easy to build a life (storyline) around what we seek, and want in another person, that in doing so, we are blind to the person they really are.

No one is at fault.  People live being who they are,  If others build a fantasy around us, that is their journey, not ours.

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In TAO/ life nothing is as simple or linear that what we see is what IS.  A tree started out as a seed, the seed had to die to give birth to the shoot that will grow into a tree.  We might look out over the vast expanse of ocean, with wonder and awe .. do we at the same time,  see the total depth and breadth of the ocean from our vantage point…. no…we do not.

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We do not live in a bubble.  But it is easy for some to try to build walls, the deny others access to who we  really are.

Just keep in mind, if are only presenting a portion of YOU, then you can’t expect the other person to respond in a manner that will speak to ALL of YOU

If we don’t know what we want, it is difficult to expect someone else to.

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The crying had stopped, the world was silent, the population in the glen had resumed their comings and goings. the little elf, gathered up a small bouquet and headed out to visit his friend.  Time for a  hug.  =^_^=  there is a time and place for everything.

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

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  • cuded.com (art by sylphielmetallium)
  • imoyat.deviantart.com (forgotten by ellixus)

The Secret. by Q

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Lucky Monkey bowed her head and listened to the birds calling back and forth to each other.  She wondered if Bending Willow had heard her just now as he had entered the courtyard.  The day was coming to an end, yet she could still feel the warmth of th lingering sun on her shoulders.

She knew that she shouldn’t be there, if she was found in the garden her Father would be furious with her.  Quietly she tipped toed to the vine-covered swings.  Her heart skipped a beat, would Laughing Bird be there she wondered.  Then she scolded herself for being silly.

Laughing Bird had been so serious when he had told her that if she wanted the secret of the whispering shells she had to meet him after evening prayers.  Little Monkey could still see his earnest face peering down into her eyes.  Just as she had been about to ask him if he meant what he was saying, Bending Willow had come and pulled her away, scolding her for talking to Laughing Bird.  Laughing Bird had been her constant companion till one day her Father had told her she was too old to be romping with the boys, she was now to focus on her studies.

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Bending Willow was the same age as she was, her Mother was concubine to Little Monkey’s Father, and currently the favourite.  Little Monkey’s Mother, Shining Star had fallen from favour when she refused to consent to Little Monkey’s Father’ wish to bring hone another concubine.  Shining Star was No.1 wife, she did not wish another concubine in the home.

Fragrant Pearl, Bending Willow’s Mother had been understanding and had taken her master’s part in the quarrel.  Roaring Lion, Little Monkey’s brother had stood by his Mother, so Master Wu had not brought home his latest love.  He had been forced to rent a house on the other side of town.  He had not forgiven Shining Star and had stayed away for days and days.

Then one day, news had come that a stranger had come to the village and was looking for the husband of the woman known as Shining Star.  Little Monkey’s Father had called to him, they had met and talked for hours.  When the stranger left, Little Monkey’s Father had come home and gone straight to Shining Star’s quarters and begged to be forgiven.  He had brought with him a box carved in the finest ebony.  When Shining Star opened the box, her eyes had grown wide with wonder.

sea shells 2Leaning forward to get a better look she gave a small sigh and fainted.  In the box sat the prettiest of shells, beautifully sculpted by nature, from which came the faint whispering sounds of the sea.

There was a hush in the House of Wu.  Shining Star had not regained consciousness.  She slept an endless dream.  A smile played on her lips, her breath was sweet and pure, but she did not stir.

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Little Monkey breathed a sigh of relief, Laughing Bird was sitting hidden under the heavy growth of the lush wisteria vine.

“So, Little Monkey you have come” he smiled up at her.

Seeing him sitting crossed legged his head resting on his hands she smiled remembering all the times they had st across from each other, each telling a secret trying to outdo the other.

“Oh Laughing Bird” cried Little Monkey, her hands reaching out to him, her eyes searching his face “yu know how sad I am that my Mother will not wake.  Tell me you were not teasing, do you really know the secret of the whispering shells?”

“Here, come sit beside me” Laughing Bird patted the ground beside him.  Remember when I told you that I saw your Father in the  village talking to the stranger from the big city?”

Little Monkey was sitting across from him, leaning forward so she could hear. She knew that she would have to let him tell her the story his way.   “Well do you remember?” Laughing Bird was looking at her intently. Her fragile beauty stirred his emotions, he held back his desire to reach out and touch her.

“Yes, yes I remember Laughing Bird, please tell me what you know” Little Monkey wondered if he was stalling for time. Why was he looking at her that way?

Laughing Bird began, “I saw Bending Willow and her Mother talking to the stranger before the stranger spoke to your Father”

Little Monkey could not believe her ears, “you what! you saw Bending Willow and Fragrant Pearl speaking with the stranger?”

“Yes, but not only that, there was another man there too, he was wearing a big ring that shone like the stars.  He carried a big black bag out of which he took a package.  I crept closer  trying to hear what they were saying but I could not get too close for fear that I would be heard.  By the time your Father arrived, Fragrant Flower, Bending Willow and the man with the ring were gone”  Laughing Bird paused, “this is the interesting part Little Monkey”  his voice dropped a pitch, she had to lean even closer so that she could hear. “I could see your Father was worried, he kept shaking his head, then suddenly Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow came back.  They began to talk to your Father, by their gestures they seemed to be reassuring him, they didn’t want the man to leave, they wanted your Father to take the package.  Finally your Father took the package and left with Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow.  Seeing my chance I went over to the stranger.”

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Little Monkey gasped, her little hands balled into fists “you, you went and talked to the stranger, but what did he say?”

“I told him that I was a friend of Master Wu’s daughter”

He said, “ah, so you know Little Monkey”

“Little Monkey, he knew your name! ”

Little Monkey could not speak, she looked at her friend in wonder, “then do you know what he said ” Laughing Bird seemed to expect  her to answer, but Little Monkey was too caught up to answer.  Laughing Bird leaned closer and whispered so quietly that she had to strain to hear

“Little Monkey, he said that your Mother’s spirit has gone into the shell.  If she is to return someone will have to reach her spirit in the shell.  When I asked what the package had been, he only laughed and said “son, you are young, you do not understand the ways of the old” then he laughed and turned to go.  I begged him to tell me about the whispering shells.”  Laughing Bird stopped, his eyes staring off into some far off place.

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Little Monkey could not believe Laughing Bird’s timing, “yes YES? ” she tugged at his sleeve, “tell me please, this is not the time for your games, you know that I am listening to you, did he tell you what the secret is?”

“Laughing Bird do you hear me, please, did he tell you what the secret of the whispering shells is?”  Little Monkey was now leaning very close to Laughing Bird, yet even so she had to really listen when he spoke.

“The secret Little Monkey is .. love..”

“Love ?” Little Monkey said the word over and over, “..love.. what did he mean?”

“Laughing Bird, what is love, what has love to do with the whispering shells?”

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I did my best not to edit, or correct, I simply retyped what I found.  I wrote this many years ago, finding it today, was a reminder to me that the Universe will give me answers, I need only listen, this time it gave it back to me in my own words.

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

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