- 13/01/2017I hope you all enjoy this video as much as I. Honey for the Soul. Once you've watched, close your eyes and just listen twice more. Your step will brighten. Cares will soften. And a smaller than Mona Lisa smile will begin and spread to just exactly what is a smile for you. Elephants as ballerinas! Polar bears as puppies! Otters poking in delight!
I'm thinking if every day we could recapture this moment, hearts would melt and strengthen. Forever having captured a single moment we could envision saying not Siri, but Self, what does happiness look like? Self, what does delight look like? And when we become friends with the question simply: what is a memory of what joy looks like? What makes a heart feel? What heals a extinguished soul?
I write from northern Maine in the US, where snow is more than common, a cultural necessity, each flake less important the last. Where snow as a commodity is Buy Long and wait. Where snow is danger, black with ice and hidden death. Here the joy of snow is Spring; its delight a few hours of Sun.
Maine must have snow. It must. But there is no joy in it.
The dancing and sliding and surfing. And romping and rolling and frozen angels. And sledding and snowmen and fluffy, pounded, balls of it flying past. And I almost missed it. The Joy of it.
I came here for a year to heal and strengthen and find my way after the lights went out. To hide truth be known. I accepted as neccessary the gusts not blowing, but past 50 and 60 mph howling and tearing, growling about. And snow not falling, but being catapulted from the sky. Hurled and flung and battering. Unleashed and dashed from the gods of snow. From the very Treasuries of the Snow itself. Oh! And the chunks and spires and stones of ice unfurling upon the angry snow. And spitting and splattering and broken shards of ice. The darkness and the madness of it.
I deserve it, to be sure. I must. I must need this chaos to heal. To show me what real elements feel like. And teach me the elements hThe animals of the Oregon Zoo took advantage of their snow daytwitter.com Portland has been experiencing some major snowfall which has shut down the zoo. But behind closed doors, the elephants, otters and polar bears are putting on a...
Comments06/10/2016 #1 Kim WheelerI saw something, a fleeting glimpse, I held my breath as I focused my camera, my heartbeat slowed,my life stopped, nothing was important,just for that few seconds I was in paradise,I clicked the button and there she was in all her beauty,mother nature, and in the next second, she was gone..never to be repeated or viewed again..thats photography at its finest..
- Producer22/04/2016One Thousand ScarsOne thousand scars...by Kim Wheeler Let me begin by painting you a vivid picture...I was sitting in my lounge when I was suddenly hit by the realisation of how crap my life had become...I reeled at the reality, my mind imagined all my...
Comments25/04/2016 #5 Unai Maraña Saavedrahttp://locutoriopagano.blogspot.com.es/2013/10/una-de-cada-cinco-personas-ha-sufrido.html This is about sexual abuses in childhood, but in Spanish Close