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Adorable Papa Tian chilling out on his favorite tree trunk
(full length video link: youtu.be/GXoNt_rF10Q)
Adorable Papa Tian chilling out on his favorite tree trunk
(full length video link: youtu.be/GXoNt_rF10Q)
Adorable Papa Tian chilling out on his favorite tree trunk
(full length video link: youtu.be/GXoNt_rF10Q)
the tools of trade for a child artist
The creativity of you as a child is not dead, it is only buried under a pile of adult perceptions. Those self imposed ideals of should, oughts, and musts.
Release your child's creativity today.
Adorable Papa Tian chilling out on his favorite tree trunk
(full length video link: youtu.be/GXoNt_rF10Q)
Those of you who know me a little longer may already have figured out that my inner child is pretty dominant...
I actually looked mostly like this when I was a toddler except for having curls (yes really!).
There is a part within us that never ages. It remains open, trusting, and quietly present beneath everything we become.
Dedicated to Lelya, goddess of love and living light.
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Some things don’t always go as planned. That’s okay.
As the photographer-in-residence this year, I’ve been entrusted with creating one photo essay every month. Back in January I made a list of goals for the year—my mind was full of possibilities and new concepts to try out. Ultimately, my works-in-progress were put on hold, or scrapped altogether. There was something much bigger at hand. We’ve all had to push forward in new ways, accepting the circumstances and uncovering solutions.
My initial plans for this particular essay evolved over time. One idea was to employ aerial photography across multiple landscapes. Another was to utilize a clothing brand in an interesting way. Eventually these ideas fused together and picked up another spirit as well: discovery.
The result is multiple photo shoots at the beach, desert, and forests of Southern California, using bright primary colors from a clothing brand that originated as a children’s line, embracing the elements and exploring the space—both from the ground and the sky. This essay embraces childlike curiosities.
There were so many unexpected elements, and Sara welcomed them all. Bruises and scrapes, sand and wind, sunshine and rocks. I’m thankful we were able to use the outdoors as our backdrop. Not to mention that nature is so helpful for one’s mental health.
Given all the unforeseen circumstances lately, embrace the world and do the best you can. Don't hold on too tightly. And if you can make the time, relax on the sand, drink a cold beverage, talk to a bird, climb a tree, or dance on a mountain.
The fine HeArt of Healing
Hate is destruction
Love heals it.
HKD
“Love is a cosmic energy”, the master said. “It does not belong to anybody. Nobody is able to control it. If the energy of love flows through your system you feel blessed. Children channel love very easily. Of course hate as well.”
HKD
Self-Healing by my "inner child".
The "inner child" is connected with the "cosmic child".
HKD
Der Lebensweg:
Herz verschließen - Herz wieder öffnen = Jugend - (Ego-Alltag) - Alter
HKD
Die Wiederbelebung des Teddybären durch die kosmische Energie der Liebe.
Ich hätte an die Stelle des Herzens auch Maria (Mutter Gottes) als Metapher für die Escheinung der kosmischen Liebe setzen können, doch das hätte die Aussage auf eine christliche Perspektive eingeschränkt. Das kosmische Prinzip der Liebe ist in allen Religionen vorhanden und erhält dort den kulturbedingten Ausdruck in Form von Worten und Konzepten. Die Liebe als solche ist in allen Religionen wahr... :-)
HKD
I haven't been on a swing in, like, forever...
117in2017 94/117 Swings and roundabouts.
52in2017 4 Motion
Week End Project: Your Inner Child (March 11th- 24th)
As I was putting these two images together I felt sort of spooked. Besides seeing the resemblance of me as a baby, to myself as I am now, I kept seeing how much I now look like my mother when she was my age.
Mama Mei acting like a little girl by running & rolling around her yard and climbing up & down her trees
The child is in me still and sometimes not so still.
―Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers
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"How could anyone ever tell you
you were anything less than beautiful…
how could anyone ever tell you
you were less than whole…
how could anyone fail to notice
that your loving is a miracle…
how deeply you're connected to my soul…"
Shaina Noll
Songs for the Inner Child
lyrics: Libby Roderick
The face of the doll you see is sculptured by Philip Heath, an artist who at one time lived and worked in Brugge (Belgium).
2022: I found this information ...
British doll artist Philip S. Heath was a master at capturing a child's heart and soul. All of his dolls are sculpted after real children. Heath sculpted for Goetz doll manufacturer that produced his dolls in vinyl. Heath died on November 28, 2011 in Worcestershire in the United Kingdom. He was 62 years old. He was known for his limited edition, hand painted child dolls modeled on real children from around the world. At one time, he designed and sculpted dolls for German doll manufacturer Goetz. After leaving the company, in 2001 he opened his own doll studio in Valencia, Spain. His Lost and Found and Past and Present series of dolls were created in pairs, showing before and after depiction of the same child at different moments in his or her life. Philip Heath dolls includes collectiosn such as Postcards from Greece Collection 1998, World of Children Collection (Gotz), Renaissance Collection 2001, Ethnic Collection 2003, Contrast Collection.
Questions to ask Mama in the treehouse on an autumn evening while she’s meditating, by Lux Violet Xenga
1. What’re you thinking about, mama?
2. Can we have pizza for dinner?
3. If a alien came down from space and asked me if I wanna go to the moon, does that still count as talking to strangers?
4. Who do you think is cuter, Mario or Martina?
5. Which do you think is the happiest tree in the whole village?
6. What’re you gonna be for Halloween?
7. Can we put some ghosts at our house -if they’re fake-?
8. Can I watch cartoons before bed?
9. Why doesn’t crazy aunty have any hair?
10. Whose poop do you think is grosser, Mario’s or Martina’s?
11. What’s your favourite song today?
12. Did you ever see a for real faerie before?
13. Do you wanna have a slumber party in my room?
14. What’s the most times in a row you’ve listened to Wildfire?
15. If dolphins hafta come outta the water to breathe, how come they can’t walk?
16. What’s your favourite constellation?
17. Why do mosquitos even exist?
18. Can we walk to get ice cream after pizza?
19. Will you sing that silly song about grass?
20. Where do ponds go after they die?
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She let the child within speak — not in words, but in glances, and the kind of smile you never learn as an adult.
Dedicated to the goddess of love, Lelya.
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#1 - Papa Tian suddenly decides to climb up a tree and hang upside down, while his fans gasp in amazement; #2 - Papa decides to wow his fans even more by slothing out to a little limb; #3 - Papa completes his acrobatic routine by sliding down the little limb
It's felt like summer hasn't gotten to say goodbye yet and fall just blew in without warning, taking up space with its swirly-crunchy leaves, hoodies, and orange-ness! It feels good this year though, all sepia and cozy and a little spooky. My crazy aunty has a good place for exploring, and I like running off to find things while she and mama talk. I found this lonely tennis court which she prolly hasn't used for tennis since she moved here but a hopscotch is chalked into the court and hasn't been rained away. It felt like the perfect way to bid farewell to summer and welcome in Autumn! 🎃
LOVE, LUX🌙
Or should I mention something about the absurdly long arms necessary in order to properly care for children?
m: self portrait, 2001, 60” x 40”, mixed media painting on canvas.
This is one of my first paintings. I tried to incorporate “things” into it that are important to me... That make up ME. They show my inner child, my demons, my fears and angers... All little self-portraits of ME... Very fragmented as am I... As we all are.
Includes an x-ray of my spur foot, an “M” that was given to me by someone very special in my life, three crayons that I wore in my jacket pocket when winning my first design award for my company called “crayon design”, a love letter from my husband at a time that we had broken up for a short time in our long love affair, many layers of letters and notes that I wrote to myself and to whoever would listen about my deepest pains and fears, the bill from by first bicycle that i purchased myself (a Peugeot), my grade three report card, polaroids of clouds, american flag, polka-dots, mesh, heart....
Just someting a little different...Shot at St.Brigid's Well, Kildare, Ireland...This is aplace with strong historical and spiritual links, where people hang momentoes/offerings amongst the trees.
Wherein Tux learns that even toys have to be "put away." He's happy to help! Does he realize HE is a toy?
Siiigh. Another Merry Christmas past, but Tux DID make it easier to put the ornaments away. I still have him to play with, and he makes me smile. HTITFT!
Inner Child Affirmations
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E93dYbhqBwQ&feature=related
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Fantasy background from the beginning of my photoshop time
- playing with photoshop - :-)
texture: www.flickr.com/photos/alicepopkorn/3070801493/in/set-7215...
1 - Mama Mei lounges back to nibble on some grass before deciding to race around her yard and rolling down the hill; 2 - Mama Mei having the time of her life rolling down the hill and acting like a little girl again; 3 - "Wheee!"
Sometimes we feel we are inside something
perhaps it began in our mother’s womb,
cradled in warmth,
a silence that hummed like safety.
A place where fear could not find us.
A box,
not a prison,
but a promise.
And then
we were placed outside.
Shivering in the light,
surrounded by sounds that did not care
for our softness.
We learned the weight of air,
the ache of absence,
the long reach of longing.
But tell me
in all your trembling,
did you notice her?
Outside her own box,
watching you become.
Can you see her face,
creased with the courage it took
to let you go?
Her hands, still warm from holding you,
now empty?
Her gaze,
more fragile than your cry?
She was outside too
brave, breaking,
unboxed.