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musing 7.2.16

I’d like to use the photos found on social media today, some I’ve used before, to tell a story.(musing)

There simply beautiful, amazing plants in the Universe, depending on what part of the world you live, or visit, some of them will be front and center for you to enjoy and delight over. Each plant has something unique to them, and appear the way they do, often for survival purposes.

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Example, the Amazon water-lily, it can grow to over 2 metres in diameter,  that is, about 9 something feet.  I am not likely to see one in my travels, while I am wandering the parks and countryside in my Canadian  backyard. To deter rainforest animals from eating therm, they have rows of sharp spines on the underside of the leaves.

Strangler-Fig

This picture, is of a strangler fig, where many epiphytes avoid harming the plant on which they grow, the strangler fig  eventually kills its host tree.  It starts out as a little bitty thing, that looks so cute growing among the branches of its host tree, but as it grows, its roots thread their way down into the soil, and its stems keep wrapping around the host tree. It grows stronger with the passing of time, capturing more and more sunlight as it expands and grows till eventually the host tree dies.

That said, the strangler fig is important to the rainforest ecosystem, its fruit is a mainstay diet for many of the animals that live in the rainforest.

I used to talk about this plant during my days in “health care” – regarding stress..  Stress is often seen only as a negative, but in fact it is and can be very positive.  It is all in how we perceive the challenges that come our way.  The obstacle that is blocking out the sunshine making it harder for us to enjoy the sun, is often just like us in the sense that it had to grow big and tall to survive as long as it has.  It had the sunshine, and the rain.  Now you come along, your choice is to give up and live in the dark, or to embrace and enjoy the company of the host you landed on.  In sharing you grow and are supported in your efforts,you get to see that the when you reach for the sun, and let your roots slide down further into the forest floor, you become more stabilized.

living bridge

This is a picture of the resourcefulness of the people living in India, they built a living bridge from the strangler fig trees, the bridge is alive and always growing stronger.

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This tree standing in the Nanning Park in Guangxi China, is  what started this train of thought.  The host tree is long gone. so today admirers see only this lattice tree.  When we look at another human being, we see only what is on the outside.  We see where they are at that moment, in that space and time.

Some of us are like the Amazon Water-Lily beautiful to look at, pretty as a picture, but.. under the exterior of  “who we project” is someone very different.  There are so many layers to us, it is a patient partner who will lovingly and tenderly peel away each layer.  This applies to any and every one.  Because a “man” appears strong, and unapproachable, means zip, everyone has a heart, has feelings, feels sadness, and wants love.

When something is impossible it is because we don’t want it badly enough.  Or what we think we want, is not really what is best for us, and Nature steps in, and helps reshape and redirect  every day is a new adventure and a new discovery.

PL  Precept # 1     Life is Art

a very simple statement three words, but it is very profound.

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri 

PL, Church of Perfect Liberty

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deja vu

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I knew this place nestled in the trees, it came back to me, a very distant memory

The closer I got, the stronger the story line, from a time way before I walked this earth.

The trees were not as mature, in fact  most, except the one, were but  seedlings in the ground

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“Father farmed the land for miles around.  The nearest neighbour was a day away, unless of course, it was a Sunday, and we could hitch the horses to the small cart.  We would all dress in our Sunday best to ride into the closest settlement, otherwise, we spent our days  tending to chores and learning to read by candlelight, once all animals had been bedded and we could rest before we ourselves had to head up the stairs to bed.”

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I couldn’t resist a look inside, sure enough the stairs were still there, but somehow the rest of the living area had been taken down and left to be dealt with another day.  I did consider going in, to see if I could still see out the window, from outside, I saw it was still there.

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Reality is, it was another time, and the youngster who grew up there, was long gone. The world has vastly changed, and now, this home that was, sits alone in an isolated little woodland, on the edge of big farming complex.

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The windows of the past, that we encounter today, fascinate and intrigue me.  Similar to the interest I have in doors, doorways and entryways, the questions, the storylines, the hazy visions into what was, could have been, or could be………..  never cease to delight and titillate my creative cells.

life is a journey of discoveries

to be savoured 

and enjoyed

 

Namaste      –          Oyashikiri

photography & text  Q (mine)

nearest  city – Cornwall, Ontario,Canada

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.

door knocker

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

key, antique

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

pictures -tumblr and Pinterest

text – Q

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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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/

a story

It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.

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Thunder rumbled across the angry sky, I could feel the shuddering of the wooden floor in the little cabin, as the storm picked up its tempo.  Across the bay I could see lights flickering along the shoreline. Everything was blurred by an almost solid curtain of falling rain. A loud staccato filled the air, a sharp piercing light filled the sky as yet another bolt of lightning shot across towards the distant shore.

Suddenly there was quiet, the lights across the bay had all gone out.  It was silent, and it was black.

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The all-encompassing passion of the storm had passed.  Where before, the rage, the immediate explosion of emotion had grabbed all of my attention.  Now I was alone again with my thoughts. For a time I had fed on the energy that surrounded me, now it was time to listen to the quiet.

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Such is life.  Each day is a new beginning.  How you handle each circumstance that appears before you, will determine the outcome. Storms are necessary to clear the air .. storms return balance to an atmosphere that has become toxic.  Life is for living.  No more…. No less….

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

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