Keep oneness in motion and in quietness

Stacked rocks - view over the fieldsThe stacking of stones is a recent practice, and is probably due to buddhist monks stacking stones, as well, in the past. This practice is probably a form of worshipping, but it’s mainly a gesture of asking or wishing for good fortune to be bestowed on the stacker and his/her family. Each stone within the stack represents a particular wish and possibly, family member.

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Wanna hide – don’t be special

don't be special

you will always be the same person you were when you woke up

You will always be perfectly imperfect just the way you are, wherever you are. Instead of berating yourself for falling short, give yourself credit for making progress. Grow as you go. Let go of how things should be so you can see all the great possibilities in front of you. – Melchor Lim

We were out running around the fields and playing

 

 

Summer evening sunset

Summer evening sunset

I’ve always had stamina. It’s a genetic thing. Don’t forget, I’m from the era where we played outside, so there was no issue with weight because we were out running around the fields and playing hide and seek.  – Tracie Bennett

Willow Tree. Bending in the wind

 

The willow which bends to the tempest

The willow which bends to the tempest

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

Little junction near the fields

to the fields

clearing up again

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip. Jonathan Carroll

When I get lonely….

when i get lonely

own unfulfilled yearnings?

“When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

The snow loves the trees and fields

the snow loves the trees and fields

…..till the summer comes again…

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” 
 Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Something’s wrong here

something's wrong here

Old and new crops

The unseasonably warm winters of the recent past are a clear indication of a real environmental threat to humans and their crops. Actually we have -13 Celsius and that’s pretty cold but this used to be normal at this time of the year. But until this cold period it was more than too warm this winter.

Sunset on snow

sunset-on-snow

Getting the mood

I could stare forever into the tiny opening between your winter hat and scarf.

What do you see? Light or darkness?

Before the sun came through

Before the sun came through

As you move forward in your life you will also meet darkness, fear, loneliness. But despite of darkness more often than not you are given an opportunity to see light, confidence, knowingness. More often than not it is your choice to see light. You are not in need of solace. You are in need of a very own decision.

Before the Burst of Rain

awaiting-the-rain

Remnants of the cleaned field: Stones and Potatoes

If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye

rye field

Maybe there’s no catcher in the rye

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Field pattern

field-pattern

Soft light from the overcast sky made the colours seem to glow

Sun over the fields

Over the fields

The play of lights over the fields on a cold January evening

Winter Evening

Winter Evening

Glad we had the sun today

Last years snow

last years snow

This year it's far to warm, stormy and wet. Birds are singing and the plants sprouting in January

Frosty Morning

The last leaves are shining in the frosty morning sun. Enjoying a quiet stroll through wood and fields. Frost pattern sparkling, the light revealing colours and fine structures of leaves and gras. Just walking and sensing how the change is taking place. And feeling a deep stillness.

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