Bit of a background to this one :) Her name is Lady. We adopted her off the street in the US in 2010, when she showed up as a skinny stray in our apartment block.

The vet then guessed her to be between 5-8 years old, by the shape of her spaying scars, her teeth, and her bone structure. So now, 12 years later, she may be anything from 17-20 years old, and is still the sweetest, and gentlest of old ladies you can imagine.

Bit of arthritis, and a few fewer teeth, and slowed down a bit, but definitely still has the recipe right for enjoying life :)

When a soul no longer calls for you and the wind carries you away, the gentlest choice is to let them breathe without the weight of your presence — especially when even those you call friends embrace it, never knowing they have.

Looking at you feels like the gentlest touch, comforting and reassuring.” “Your eyes are a window to your soul, and I feel so blessed to be invited into that sacred space.” “When I look at you, all I see is beauty, inside and out.” “Your eyes are like a beacon of light, guiding me towards love and happiness.”

We call this neighbouring cat Big Tom. He is the sweetest, gentlest animal with a very friendly nature but he doesn't like my camera lens usually choosing to go off and hide when he sees it appearing. Yesterday, he retreated under the laurel hedge to avoid it, but I just lowered my camera down to almost ground level, snapped on the off chance, and this is the result. Surprisingly, he was almost looking at the camera, but not quite.

Wast Water again with (L-R)Yewbarrow, Great Gable (shrouded in cloud) & Scafell all in view with the glorious low sun for this time of year, casting golden with a hint of pink colour onto the clouds and the slopes of Yewbarrow.

The thing that struck me when I was taking this was the lack of noise, I could hear pretty much nothing other than the shutter, there was the gentlest of breezes, no car noise, no people noise not even a bird chirping. To say it was peaceful and tranquil isn't really doing it any justice but that's what it was.

Memories of Christmas Past ... “Beautiful Boo”, a very special cat forever in my heart...gone but not forgotten.

Her name "Boo" was inspired by the 🎶Me and you and a dog named Boo 🎶 by Lobo. But she's a cat of course! She was a very petite fluffy long haired Tabby with the gentlest heart. She adored me and would often hang over my shoulder while I walked around the house.

Posted for Happy Caturday’s theme of “Happy memories”. Happy Caturday and Happy Holidays🎄

The Gentlest of Things - Mt Airy, Philadelphia, PA - USA (Sony a7 Mark II - Voigtlander 110mm F2.5 APO Macro + Atomos Shinobi External Monitor)

Who wouldn’t like to live in this house overlooking the beautiful Rhossili Bay.

Yesterday Steve and I took a trip down to Rhossili. We ate a healthy, scrumptious brunch in the Bistro and this was a shot I took from the patio area. It was a beautiful, Autumn, sunshine day; hardly a cloud in sight with just the gentlest of breezes.

We never tire of this view. But of course the weather isn’t always like this and when the storms hit the end of the Peninsula and the high tides crash into the Worms Head, the outlook bears no resemblance to this scene. In fact, sometimes there is no view at all when the mists and fog come rolling in.

But this house along with its garden has withstood the worst ordeals that nature has thrown at it – because it is build on bed-rock. I thought of those words which Jesus spoke over 2,000 years ago.

Matthew 7:24-27 (NLT)

“Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash

1999, Anaheim, California

With Disneyland a reasonable distance from Phoenix you can make the trip at off-peak times. We went in January when we still lived in the Phoenix area. Four may have been a little young for speedy to go. She liked a lot of the gentlest rides but even Pirates of the Caribbean and Snow White kind of freaked her out.

She did like the Peter Pan ride though. She was kind of obsessed with it at the time and she especially liked Captain Hook -- I had to pretend to be him almost constantly at her request. She bought a plastic hook and walked all over the park wearing it.

Here speedy and her cousin Vanessa hit the teacups.

Gentle Dimi went to sleep in my arms on Wednesday June 10 and crossed the rainbow bridge. He had tumors that had spread throughout his body. His vet had said he had a cyst. When it started growing and bleeding, we took him to another vet, and learned his true condition too late. We'd never even imagined.... Over just five days, we struggled with his true diagnosis, the possibility of surgery (amputation), and then the realization that surgery would have been futile...and the heartbreaking decision to release him from the suffering that seemed to increase by the hour.

Dimi was the gentlest and sweetest of creatures, and we will miss him forever. He would have been seventeen in six weeks. We laid him to rest underneath the apple tree in our yard, next to his dearest friend and brother Gali.

Dmitri: July 24, 2003 - June 10, 2020 ❤️

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"Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures."

- Thomas de Quincey

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The Staubbach Fall (dust creek fall) is a waterfall in Switzerland, located just west above Lauterbrunnen in the Bernese Highlands. The waterfall drops 297 metres (974 ft) from a hanging valley that ends in overhanging cliffs above the Weisse Lütschine.

The stream, on reaching the verge of the rocky walls of the valley, forms a cascade so high that it is almost lost in spray before it reaches the level of the valley. After rain, and early in the season when fed by the melting snows, the Staubbach Fall is a very striking object. The force of the stream above the fall at such times is sufficient to carry the water clear of the precipice, and the whole mass descends in a condition of liquid dust, between spray and cloud, that sways to-and-fro with the gentlest breeze. In a dry summer, when the supply of water is much reduced, the effect is comparatively insignificant.

Departing summer hath assumed

An aspect tenderly illumed,

The gentlest look of spring;

That calls from yonder leafy shade

Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,

A timely carolling.

- William Wordsworth, September

He may tower into the sky, but this giant is the gentlest of them all. Sit with him by the covered bridge and tell him about your favorite season.

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..delight to share these summer colors still around before the colors of autumn fully sets in , captured last evening while taking a stroll here in downtown Toronto !

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Departing summer hath assumed

An aspect tenderly illumed,

The gentlest look of spring;

That calls from yonder leafy shade

Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,

A timely carolling.

- William Wordsworth, September

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I recieved a very sweet testimonial the other day and I just wanted to thank her for making my day a lil' brighter!=) If you have a moment, please check out her beautiful stream, www.flickr.com/photos/38615994@N06/ Thank you, Mary!!!

The sun sets over a beautiful field of Sunflowers on a calm summer evening in Bride. This was a surprisingly difficult shot to capture. The challenge is the scene requires deep depth of field to render foreground flowers and the sunset sufficiently sharp. This means shooting at a narrow aperture, which really strangles off light levels for the exposure. The second conflicting issue is movement in the flowers, even by the gentlest of breezes means a reasonably fast shutter speed is needed to avoid motion blur. The movement equally makes solutions like focus stacking tremendously difficult to seamlessly pull off.

Very careful focus point placement, an understanding of the plane of focus and utilising higher ISO is the only way to get a shot like this. Really pleased with the end results here, no motion blur at all and sharp right across the scene – it’s a stunning spot and I’d highly encourage a visit for anyone on the Isle of Man 🌻

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This is our beautiful boy, Bruno :)

Bruno likes long walks - anywhere really, slobbering, chasing shadows and reflections, food (any and all), chewing his bone, playing with his rope, playing chasies, tearing up the paper with a look of mad glee on his face, playing, neck scratches, ear massages, playing, belly scratches, sitting on your knee and singing, he is the gentlest, kindest, smartest dog you will ever meet and I swear he understands every word you say to him :) lol

I've missed you my friends, hope you all had a wonderful Easter :) x!

Believe it or not this is the first time I have managed a decent shot of a Curlew Sandpiper. Yesterday morning I set off to Adwick washlands at first light hoping to photograph my first Curlew Sandpipers and as it turned out it was a good decision. The sun was shining without a breath of wind and the Curlew Sandpipers were close. The water surface was rippleless creating perfect mirrored reflections. I managed to capture this just before the gentlest of breezes started and demirrored the water surface. There was actually a second bird just to the right but I cropped that one out. If this one's popular I may upload the other too.

Curlew Sandpipers breed in NW Siberia but migrate through Britain in variable numbers on passage to and from their wintering grounds in West Africa and SW Europe. The numbers peak in September and this one is a juvenile, identified by its Weetabix plumage. They are a tad larger than Dunlin with a white rump, longer legs and a longer, downcurved bill, hence the name Curlew Sandpiper. Though long-billed Dunlins from the Pacific coast can have bills that look just like this (eg www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/34921699866/in/photolist ). It has been shown that the age structure of Curlew Sandpipers correlates with the Siberian Lemming cycle. When Lemmings are scarce, the proportion of juveniles is also low. This suggests that Arctic predators switch to waders when Lemming numbers are low. But the number of Curlew Sandpipers arriving in Britain has more to do with weather patterns than Lemming cycles. Also of interest, there are scarcely any records of Curlew Sandpipers overwintering in Britain.

Take me up

take me there

take me anywhere

take me without a care...

only a clear day

subjugates our immediate attention

shining upon a hopeful thought

where cloudied pain once faught

isn't this right

isn't this good

isn't this the way it should be

isn't this a chance for you and for me

only a clear evening

peppers the mind's freeflow

sneezing a wheeze

upon the gentlest breeze

now it's time to see

now it's time to listen

now it's for us to kneel

now it's nature's way to heal

a very human despoliation

highlighted a need

the plenipotentiary in us all

to hunger and crawl

we came with want

we came with lust

we came with a hunger

we came with a greed to plunder

now under a clear sky

I say give it back, slowly

what's proven is also wanton

now our time has just begun...

by anglia24

22h25: 30/07/2007

© 2007anglia24

🌹 Semmozhi Poonga in the evening, a solitary white rose whispers tales of tranquility. Captured during the 4th Chennai Flower Show, It was like nature coming alive in the gentlest of ways.

The dreamy bokeh and moody dark greens set the perfect stage for this pristine bloom, standing graceful against the fading light. The evening light softening every petal, transforming a simple garden moment into a meditation on beauty. 🌿✨

At last: Tuesday 6th January and we were off on holiday... We weren’t going far; Levin is a small country town around 100 kilometres north of New Zealand’s capitol, Wellington. The main town for the Horowhenua District, Levin “straddles” State Highway One (which is the main road between Wellington and Auckland); it also has the Wellington-Auckland railway line(!) running through it.

So why were we going to such a small town? I guess there were two reasons: one was that after two long Road Trips in the previous two years, we didn’t want to spend hours in the car this year, and secondly: we’d passed through the town on numerous occasions over the years, but had never had time to explore it... until now...!

As we left home, we realised we had a choice: we could either take the conventional route using Highways 58 and 1 (which were busy but “quick”), or we could take the alternate route via The Akatarawa Road which was very scenic, but also very narrow, very winding – and very, very slow! (Top speed would not be much more than 35kph for much of the road!). Regardless of the drawbacks, the Akatarawa Road won by a “country mile”! And after all: we weren’t in a hurry!

Staglands (a rather picturesque Small Animal and Bird wildlife park (part of which featured on this Site some months ago) is roughly 20 kilometres along the route we were taking; as well as its inhabitants, Staglands is “home” to a rather nice little café. As it was now lunch time, and as Mrs Lance hadn’t been to the Park in 40 years (for some inexplicable reason!), we decided to stop for a bite to eat. It was a smart move! A home-made Bacon And Egg pie with a fresh salad each, plus a bowl of hot Chips / French Fries washed down by a Latte (for me!) and a Hot Chocolate (for Mrs Lance) were consumed at one of several picnic tables sitting on a lovely big Deck outside the spacious dining room. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the sun was warm, there was just the gentlest of breezes – and the view (which was hard to captured because of the extremes of Light and Shade) was something else again...!

It was to take over four hours to reach Levin; using the main highways would have only taken 90 minutes, but that was neither here nor there... We weren’t in a hurry... because we were on Vacation...!

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He is the gentlest little man we know.

Day 57/366.

Twilight went on a sleep-over with a potential adopter, but after 8 days would still not settle, so, I brought her back to my house, where she immediately made herself at home again. Her sister, Midnight, is still with the potential adopter, and despite my reluctance to separate them, this really is working out well, as I’ve decided to keep Twilight. After a “rocky” reception from Mr. Eliot (my male cat) when Twilight returned, they are now best friends and he has started to groom her again. At six months old, she is the gentlest kitten I've ever rescued/fostered/owned. 💛

... one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Happy Pretty Pink Tuesday!

Three trees lean slightly to the left,

as if time had brushed past them.

Bare, essential,

exposed to a season that removes rather than adds.

Behind them, other trees exist without revealing themselves.

The fog holds them back,

present yet unreachable,

like a thought not ready to become words.

The sky is overcast,

but not heavy.

Clouds accept contrast without resistance,

allowing light to emerge in its gentlest form.

The sun does not dominate:

it is only a point,

a minimal sign crossing the branches

declaring its power without imposing it.

In black and white, everything flows.

From near-black to near-white,

the tonal scale moves without rupture,

like the slow water of this branch of the Ticino.

Here, light does not rescue,

it accompanies.

And the landscape, once again,

does not offer itself: it waits.

Tre alberi piegano appena verso sinistra,

come se il tempo li avesse sfiorati passando.

Sono spogli, essenziali,

inermi davanti alla stagione che toglie invece di aggiungere.

Dietro, altri alberi esistono senza mostrarsi.

La nebbia li trattiene, li rende presenti ma irraggiungibili,

come un pensiero che non vuole ancora farsi parola.

Il cielo è chiuso,

ma non pesante.

Le nubi accettano il contrasto senza opporvisi,

lasciando che la luce trovi il suo modo più gentile di emergere.

Il sole non domina:

è solo un punto,

un segno minimo che attraversa i rami

e dichiara la propria forza senza esercitarla.

Nel bianco e nero, tutto scivola.

Dal quasi nero al quasi bianco,

la scala tonale si muove senza strappi,

come l’acqua lenta di questo ramo del Ticino.

Qui la luce non salva,

ma accompagna.

E il paesaggio, ancora una volta,

non si offre: attende.

This is Rexford T. Hound aka "Rex", a chocolate lab we had for 15-years before we had to put him down due to an inoperable tumor. This was the gentlest and most fun-loving lab you'll ever want to meet. Like Remington, he is part of the family and does what we do. If we're in the pool he's in the pool with us. Here he is relaxing on his favorite float working on his tan. You have to admit; he looks damn good for being 15+ years old.

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The sweetest boy I miss every day.

He was defiantly my gentlest ham loved most over the shortest time

One of my favourite singer / songwriters is Christie Moore and this song by him is one of my favourite songs. I was listening to music through my headphones while shooting this and that is the song that was playing, it just seems to fit.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,

Her lips are like some roses fair,

She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,

I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows,

I love the ground, whereon she goes,

I wish the day, it soon would come,

When she & I could be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,

Her lips are like some roses fair,

She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,

I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,

And satisfied, I never can be,

And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines,

And suffer death, a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,

Her lips are like some roses fair,

She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,

I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYpgsPB-Bkw

You are always there, telling me what to do as if I'm some ignorant child.

You whisper into my ear in the gentlest way, hoping that I will fall deep under your spell.

Making me turn into the person I swore I would never turn into.

The way you coil me in your scheme of lies, wedging me in that vulnerable place that I never wanted to return.

You’re always there.

Watching, waiting.

Watching me let myself go far, far away from where I truly belong…

Waiting for me to finally drown in the sorrow cast upon my conscience due to your wretched ways.

Im trapped in this haunted and twisted place.

Its hard to escape with you at every corner…

But ive come to realize, you don’t own me, or my life.

I need to live my life on my own without your forceful ways.

No more shall you whisper into my ear in hopes of pulling me from reality.

You’re noting but a careless whisper.

And you didn't even notice

When the sky turned blue

And you couldn't tell the difference

Between me and you

And I nearly didn't notice

The gentlest feeling

Credits:

Maggie is a 'Night Scape' Giselle on a 'Poppy Parker' body

Dress - IT - Brightness Calls Isha

Belt - Non-Mattel Princess Jasmine doll

Bow - Dollar Store bow for real peepz

welp i really need a pro account.

A single shot of sunrise at Lake Bonney, South Australia.

It looks like that , in the lower part of the frame, a gentle westerly breeze has blown across the water forming a large arc, changing the texture of the water slightly.

Zephyrus, sometimes known in English as just Zephyr is the Greek god of the west wind. The gentlest of the winds. (Wiki)

Perched high in the ancient oak, Lorn studied the winding trails below, mapping the safest route for the day’s journey.

His loyal guard Rowan stood close behind, eyes scanning for any hint of danger. The forest was calm, its mossy branches swaying in the warm breeze.

Still, Lorn knew a leader never walked alone, even in the gentlest of woods.

My current Kitty. He has been with me for almost a year now and is just over 2 years old. He first showed up early last summer (2019). He would hang out in the backyard with my cat Fred who actually let him come around without fighting, they would sleep by each other in the yard and became friends. I could not even open the back door without him running off. There is a neighbor cat, female named Ivy, that always comes over to say hi. Well we would be out back in the evenings and she would come over and he would follow her but always stay back and hide in the shadows, hence his name. We would give her some food at times and after we had gone inside he would sneak over and eat. He was still not full grown and we realised that he had nowhere to live so I started feeding him. I had to go inside at first for him to eat. Finally around November he would let me stay outside as long as iI was 10 feet away. It turned cold and we put a large box up on a table by the back door that let him get out the wind and snow for the next 2 months. I still had to stand out in the cold with him while he ate with no contact. I had been moving closer as he ate and finally on New Years Eve he let me pet his head 3 times. That was all it took, from then on he had to be petted. He finally came inside about a week later, I had set his bowl just inside the door, had to leave the door open at first. he gradually felt more safe and actually would sleep for a bit inside in the warmth for a bit but still stayed outside most of the time. When he was inside he would stay by the back door the whole time. He got braver each day but still took like 2 months for him to come down the hall to my bedroom.

Took him to the vet, got his shots, got neutered and chipped. We bonded during this time and he calmed down and wasn't so scared of everything. Now he has turned into the gentlest, biggest play baby love kitty. I've had cats that had to be in the same room most of the time with me before, thats how they are. But he has to be within arms length of me at all times, my daughter says that if I walked off a cliff he would follow.

He still spends a lot of time outside, more than any other cat I've had and I worry when he's gone for more than a few hours like a parent, lol. Ivy comes by a couple times a day to say hi and collect him for what ever they go do.

By the way, Fred died in February this year, I had to have him put to sleep, was the hardest thing, holding him as he passed. But Shadow has been a blessing and I love him so much and he loves me so I look forward to our time together, thanks for letting me ramble.

P.S. - Anyone who has had a black cat knows how hard it is to get a good photo of them, you lose the features and such, they close their eyes and you can't see their face, lol.

The gentlest dog I've ever known.

The sweetest boy I miss every day.

He was defiantly my gentlest ham loved most over the shortest time

New Year's Eve is a good time to stroll with the family beside the river Nidd. A clear blue sky with only the gentlest of breezes encouraged a strong reflection.

The sweetest boy I miss every day.

He was defiantly my gentlest ham loved most over the shortest time

This simple plaque is attached to a wonderfully rustic bench in the middle of Shakespeare Garden in Central Park.

Almost every bench in Central Park, rustic or not, has a plaque like this affixed to it, each honoring or memorializing folks with a range of sentiments as big as the park itself, but the sentiment on this one stood out to me right away.

I wish I could have met Dorothy Thompson. The simple fact that the best way to describe her was with the words - "the very gentlest of human beings" - sends my thoughts straight down a path as lovely as the one I found in her favourite place...

"Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength." Saint Francis de Sales

Our dear Moe-Moe passed this June of 2016. December 18th would have been his 10th birthday. He was the kindest, gentlest soul. Gone much too soon but forever in our hearts.

I would like to thank all of you that have taken the time to view and comment on my photos, it is very much appreciated.

Tina and the Puglets xo

Berner Oberland (Switzerland)

Olympus AF-1

Fujifilm Neopan Acros II 100 dev&scan www.meinfilmlab.de

"Staubbach Falls (German: Staubbachfall (sing.), lit.: dust creek fall) is a waterfall in Switzerland, located just west of Lauterbrunnen in the Bernese Highlands. The waterfall drops 297 metres (974 feet) from a hanging valley that ends in overhanging cliffs above the Weisse Lütschine

The stream, on reaching the verge of the rocky walls of the valley, forms a cascade so high that it is almost lost in spray before it reaches the level of the valley. After rain, and early in the season when fed by melting snow, Staubbach Falls is very striking. The force of the stream above the fall at such times is sufficient to carry the water clear of the precipice, and the whole mass descends in a condition of liquid dust, between spray and cloud, that sways to-and-fro with the gentlest breeze. In a dry summer, when the supply of water is much reduced, the effect is comparatively insignificant" (wikipedia.org)

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"And you didn't even notice

When the sky turned blue

And you couldn't tell the difference

Between me and you

And I nearly didn't notice

The gentlest feeling

You are the bluest light"

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230/365

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"Departing summer hath assumed

An aspect tenderly illumed,

The gentlest look of spring;

That calls from yonder leafy shade

Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,

A timely carolling."

William Wordsworth, September

After a long, slow, cool spring, lotus flowers now abound in local ponds. The gentlest of breezes, easily less than 1 m/s, slightly ruffled the water, adding texture to the pond surface. I went flat on my stomach to get this angle.

This dainty woodland wildflower is one of the early signs of spring in southern Ohio. Perched atop a very slender yet springy stem, the blossom sways on the gentlest of breezes. It goes by the nickname, Windflower.

Today I have the opportunity to enjoy my morning coffee & meditation on the shores of the Bay of Quinte before I continue with my day. I love the sun sparkling on the water; the birdsong; hidden frogs along the shoreline, accompanied by the gentlest breeze. What a great way to start the day.

One night I a little while ago I set my camera to record the way in which I spontaneously compose, play and sing ad lib. This is the result of my improvisation in real time. I write my poems in the same way, in stream of consciousness, but this time is unique (to me) inasmuch as I had never recorded myself doing it from the get go before.

On another evening recently I went down on to the army firing ranges and shot a little footage of some wildflowers blowing in the wind. I have incorporated the sound of the wind and utilised it as a percussion instrument. There was a faint low murmur underlying which I only heard when I played it back. Sounds a bit like a bittern! I like to think it is the heartbeat of the Earth. I think the sound of the wind and the unusual sound combined is very beautiful, though it strikes me it is a very similar to that of the guns firing when practice is in session and so there is a touch of melancholy added to the mix. The ramifications of war games and the resilience of nature blend here in harmony … hard to imagine, I know, but there is a very special and unique quality felt in the atmosphere here.

Not sure what you will think of my jamming session … it is experimental and raw with no editing; straight from camera, as is the footage of the wildflowers and the wind and though the lyrics are at times hard to hear, wouldn't that be just the case if I had sung into the actual wind … This is really more about the sound than about the lyrics, although they are of course about the wind and love ; 0) I combined the two recordings in a simple basic programme that I often use. I am finding it exciting to experiment with new ideas and also embracing the beauty in imperfection … Recently I have come to believe that only God can create perfection and this revelation is truly liberating. I have driven myself almost crazy at times in the past trying to perfect every little detail and now I can relax and enjoy more fully all things in my life ... I love the way in which these little flowers dance freely and joyfully in the wind; their little heads bobbing up and down. Wish we could all feel this joy always ... <3

CARRY ME BACK

Carry me back on the gentlest of winds

and I will show you where love is

carry me higher than the mountain

where snow looks like a dream

Carry me back on the gentlest of winds

and I will show you where love is

carry me back on top of the mountains

and let me swim freely in the sea within

I will tell you of all that I know

and I'll give you the love that you need

Carry me over the mountains

take me away with the wind

carry me back to where I come from

let the angel give me wings

Carry me back across the water

carry me home to where I belong

seen in my dreams I'm on a mountain

and your down below in the ocean

carry me back

Carry me back across the ocean

and tell me where my heart lies

carry me back on the gentlest of winds

and I will tell you where love is

Carry me over the mountain tops

and I will swim in the ocean there

and I will be there too if not

your soul will be there eternally

Carry me back over the mountains

and I will show you where love is

carry me back over the ocean

and let me swim freely within

and I will tell you all the secrets

of life and love that I know

of life and love

life and love

that I know.

Original improvised musical composition, lyrics, film, sung, played and filmed by me.

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