love | dymoonblog

A fine WordPress.com site

Posts tagged ‘love’

Wonders

Feel the heat, know the hunger

that mixes with the wonder

of discovering that Nature can be so beautiful

yet, so complex, and full of mysteries

an ice cave, inside a volcano

could this really be

yes deep down inside under the crust of the earth

Nature’s awesome wonders

continue to be a fascination

that are forever bending and challenging

my understanding and appreciation

of what IS

because it isn’t in my immediate reality

does not mean it does not exist

or that it isn’t so…

it simply means I have not been there yet

or the experience is one I have not had

Love is much like the above

we tend to want to categorize and romanticize love

yet time and time again

we learn, that only in letting go of preconceived ideas of what it should be

do we discover that it wasn’t that at all

when we allow love/God into our lives,

we thrive

no matter who we are, where we are, ” what” we are

all living entities/beings, respond to love

kindness, understanding towards one another

can change the world

when we explore what is beyond our known reality

we discovers the wonders, the glorious, the unfathomable

Love transcends our realities

be open to the wonders of life

Oyashikiri

PL Precept # 21 Live in Perfect Liberty

Russia (admin.seepicz)
China,Red Beach (admin.seepicz)
Mars.atmosphere on (admins.seepicz)
a star forming,Hubble Space Telescope

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

found on tumblr.
whatanart.com
the artof animation.tumblr.com
cuded.com (art by sylphielmetallium)
imoyat.deviantart.com (forgotten by ellixus)

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

story… a moment in time

The rain fell relentlessly, it poured so hard that the leaves and smaller branches outside the shelter were bowed in acceptance of the storm that raged. The winds had picked up, and taller trees were being buffeted by the fierce, determination of the gales that blew over and through them.

Thunder flashed across the sky, down below the water would be churning, the waves demonic, What was happening, she felt nothing. While all around her the world expressed her mood, her pain, the turmoil in her brain… she was a quiet witness, unfeeling to the searing pain within.

Some how, God was protecting her from the wrenching emptiness in her heart, from the cold reality of the moment.

To survive this moment, God had crystalized her heart. Under different skies they had promised never to part, to always, till forever be man, wife,mother,father. she gasped, clutched at her heart, the children, what would she tell the children.

At the thought of the children, there was a sudden change in the air, in the mood, the wind/rain seem to abate, she felt the tear slide gently down her cheek. In the distance she saw a golden glow.

The children would be on their way home now, the skies were clearing, she could make her way back to the house, and no he wouldn’t be there, but she would be…. and the joy of making a home filled with love and laughter, void of the frustrations and disappointments of a “dream” gone bad, would be the making of another chapter, in a world full of promise.

Storms happen…………but they don’t last…………….. Sometimes we have to leave the past behind…….. and move on into the sunshine of another………moment in time.

Namaste . Oyashikiri

pictures can be found on https://www.pinterest.com/qyhatharbour/weather-%2B-misc-intertest/

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

remember there are always two sides

Did you have to look twice. Photographer Seth Casteel is the photographer that captured these wonderful pctures of dogs underwater. In combination with the under water currents, mixed with his skills using his high speed camera, he was able to transform our darling little love cuddles, into aquatic fur hounds.

There is something mesmerizing about the pictures.. I look at them and see the happy smiles.. of the dogs in action, their anticipation of the catch. Dogs do love having fun, and many of them love the fetch and catch played with their owners. What we don’t see is the owners, their human getting them revved up and then tossing the ball into the water so they’ll dive in to retrieve it. Our first Porti was like that.. she loved the water and she loved to fetch.. she would egg you on all day, there was no tiring her out if there was water nearby, or a ball.

The photographer, Seth Casteel is on Facebook .. the article I found on his work was back in 2012.. so I can’t be sure if it is still up, nor was I able to get a web addy. But my hat is off to this artist… his creativity and patience to go underwater and get these pictures.. well… I say… bravo and thank you.

In life, we have to grab the moment, seize the day so to speak…. we only go around once, we only get to live the day once… and no two days are ever alike.. the endless possibilities.. are beyond categorizing. A friend I met up with, was very upset and angry at himself.. he had let someone else ruin his “day” As humans we think too much, we want to dissect and rethink everything. Eventually he got past it.. it wasn’t a mistake, because he learned from his experience.

I learned something too. I learned that guys hurt just as much as we do when they are wronged, It is not that I didn’t know that.. but.. it wasn’t top of mind. it is not only guys who can be the person doing wrong, so can the woman Being a woman, I hear all about how so and so, was this and that…. or how the marriage ended because…. and usually for me it was always the man’s fault.

There is no such thing as someone else’s fault. WE make our choices, and we are responsible for our own actions and decisions. No matter what the story is.. there is always another version. Somewhere in between lies the truth.. and even then.. it depends on the telling.

When our dog pals, are with us.. they are happy just sharing time with us.. when we want to play they are over joyed.. “come on, Fetch” and the sight of a ball whizzing past them is irresistable, they are off and running. they don’t cogitate on what does he want me to do.. they see the ball, hear the words and they are gone.. propelled by the moment, and the thrill of sharing that moment with their “human/partner”

Sharing time with another person,can be so rewarding, it all begins with respecting the other person’s unique individuality, and sincerely wanting to be with them. If honesty of intention is not at the core of the friendship, then it is doomed from the start.

Love is life.

Let love touch your heart today.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

http://www.sethcasteel.com/#!/home

he has books, calendars and is working on another book to be out in 2016

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

Model T Ford truck

Be still my heart

what is it about the past that makes my heart do double flips

I see an old vintage car or truck on the road

and I’m totally smitten and want to get a better look

someone has toiled and laboured… beyond a doubt that machine is loved

the vehicle is totally refurbished, and proudly driven

what is it .. that not only I, but many others

find so fascinating and worth hours and hours of

dedicated time and often cost without a second thought

to satsifying our passion for a vehicle long past its prime

I’ve driven by old forgotten garages, on out-of-the-way

and long forgotten highways… we see the closed and boarded up shops

where once people from all around, drove miles to patronize

and now… these shops, and services, on streets in small towns

that are no longer on a busy thoroughfare

sit bare, empty, and often forlorn, with not hope of being reclaimed

The merchants, the florists, the cafe owners, all their hopes and dreams have faded

and finally died… forcing them to close up.. and move on…

yet the cars and trucks of yesteryear .. left to rust and be reclaimed by nature.

or sent to their rest in rows upon rows of burnt out metal and chrome

are sought out and given new life… by men and women who want to recapture what was.

Something holds us to the past, not only the vehicles

but the empty barns, farmhouses, abandoned buldings

already,I alone, have collected over 3000 pins (Pinterest) from other

pinners who have a strong penchant for what was….. and i am a mere novice

I believe that what holds us to the past, and has us besotted is a four letter word

L O V E

Love is a high, it is delicious, it is wonderful

but, it can also hurt and leave one scarred

when we feed our passion that needs expression,

focusing on an inanimate object

it can be so much more satisfying

and we can see the results of our hard work and devotion

hunks of metal, shiny chrome, yeah, they can make me thrill

but a good friend, a trusted friend,

a monent shared with another human being
now that is a truly special gift, whether miles apart or right beside you

love that is sincere, love that is pure. love that is given without condition

that is a connecting energy of past,present and future

it is everlasting and eternal.

You are loved, loved, loved.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*1914 Model T Ford

**1930 Ford panel delivery truck

***1938 REO Speed Wagon

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

sowing love

Given a choice, I want love in my life. In order to have love in my life, I have to learn to suppress my ego. Ego is something that I have to deal with on a daily basis. Ego often intrudes on my day by wanting me to do or say something that may satisfy me in the moment, but will it do so at the cost of peace of mind.

While out with a friend today. since she was driving I could sit and look around in a way I can’t do if I’m the driver. There was no concept of time, just a feeling of quiet and a gentle happiness. The day was awesome, temperature for me was perfect, the sunshine bright and warming, yet the cool freshness of a fall day would lazily drift in and around us while we walked along to where we were headed. The meal wasn’t the best… but we had fun just being together and living the moments. Others in the restaurant shared their disappointment in the general disorganization of the place.It was under renovation, and instead of closing while they did what they had to do.. they were open for business. It was not a good experience -food wise- other than that.. it was great being with a close and long time friend.

We often get to spend time alone, even when we are surrounded by people, we can be alone. Our minds either allow other energy in, or it dismisses it. I can be very content on my own, my creative juices can run rampant when I am left to be creative. But when I am sharing time with a friend, and that friend is connected to the me that is inside my head, wow, it is beyond any words that I could use to express the moments that we share. It can be as silly as eating food with the wrong end of the chopsticks. Or saying something mundane and silly yet to us it is mind-blowing and profound.

It is in knowing our true selves, that we can sow love with the knowledge that love IS eternal and it does last forever.

True love is the energy that binds us together. in solitude we are experiencing a copulative moment in the spiritual realm.. the connection pure and everlasting.

‘When our resolve is to live a life of love. Sitting in solitude is a healing energy… and when we share with all sincerity , the essence of that love grows as does the friendship.

When life is taken from us, we can only let it. LIke waves of the ocean, or the rings in a tree, we are where we are supposed to be. Acceptance makes us stronger.. pushing against Nature’s forces, will only make the lesson harder.

Be safe – Walk in peace

Namaste – Oyashikiri

photography – Pinterest

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

anatomy

When was the last time you allowed yourself to be naked.

Namaste – Oyashiki

picture and verse found on Pinterest

author unknown.

Category:

Uncategorized

Tagged with:

a dream moment

Dreams do come true. Yes they really really do. For years I have read about, and seen at a distance vintage bikes, I’ve hollered stop as we drive down a highway when I see an old abandoned, car, truck or jeep…if its been restored, it gets captured (picture taken) for my personal gallery.

Was I dreaming.. no… look a 1950 Buick super Riviera 56r design by the great Harley Earl head of General Motors industrial design. (info provided by Mark Hill) You know I was out of the truck and heading for it with my cell ready to grab a picture or two.

Look at the wheels, the generous use of chrome… Mark has not re touched it, the paint, everything is as it was when he got it. It was living in Canada for a while, but like a good pedigree dog, when the new owner had to part with it, it came back home to Mark.

While I was busy being totally enthralled by this charmer, a woman drove up who just happened to be Mark’s Mother, while we chatted, she told me that Mark’s main love was old vintage bikes, i.e Indians. Well this little China doll went into instant heart flutters. It was like the adrenalin went into overdrive.

Ladies and Gents, I have to tell you nothing could have made me “thrill” as much as being in a working machine shop, the vacuums the polisher, that smell of oils, grease, and waxes used when working the metal, All my senses were activated I just drank in the surroundings, I arrived at a quiet time, there was that happy silence that fills the garage when the machines aren’t working, dust is settling, and the mechanics are taking a break. I was in my own personal heaven.

Bikes are shipped from all over the world to be worked on by this man, in this shop. All the bikes are lovingly cared for and maintained by their owners.. they want the best for their treasures.. Thus the reason they get sent to Mark.

Dreams do come true, when you least expect them to. I saw this beauty and I wanted more. I followed my heart’s whispered (ok shout out) plea….. and stopped to take a closer look… what I found by listening to the inner voice was “magic” My adventure continued when I took the next step, I knocked and opened an unknown closed-door and found myself in a wonderland.

Ok not everyone shares my passion for vintage vehicles, but you get the message .. it is important to listen to your inner voice, and 2, open doors, step outside the box, you never know who you will meet, or what you will find.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

special thanks to Mark’s Mother and his friends for making my visit a special one. The dog was a beauty too! Unfortunately it just couldn’t compete with the machines and metal.