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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)
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.
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)
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!).
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.”
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Self-Healing by my "inner child".
The "inner child" is connected with the "cosmic child".
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Der Lebensweg:
Herz verschließen - Herz wieder öffnen = Jugend - (Ego-Alltag) - Alter
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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... :-)
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View the entire photographic journal essay HERE
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.
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.
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....
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🌙
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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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!
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!"
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.
Inner Child Affirmations
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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...
When I was a boy I wanted an elephant. I'd feed him peanuts and let him stay behind the couch.
I still want an elephant.
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera left. AB800 with Softlighter II camera right. Triggered by Cybersync.
Who do we think we are behind the curtains of proud rolls and business attitudes. Everyone has an inner "Brother Warrior" a brave companion who will relax now and open his rainbow eyes. Return again to the land of your soal...showing your beautiful and true face.
Alice is in the House…by Sheree Zielke
Have you ever felt it? A madness that creeps into your soul, when the world becomes just too much bear? I have, but instead of going off my head, I just turn the whole stinkin’ mess over to my inner child.
She always knows how to find the fun in things, sometimes even the bad things.
She is the one who knows how to be just annoying enough, to be charming.
She knows how to be late, and not care a whit.
She knows how to love the unlovable.
She knows how to delight in the smallest detail.
She still knows how to dream.
And she is the one whose forgiveness knows no end.
My inner child is what keeps me sane, in this insane world. And I like her.
Once in awhile, my inner child meets up with other inner children who view the world in the same quirky way. Like a certain popular Argentinian man, I know. Well, actually, many Flickrites know.
How it came about, I have no idea. Then who really knows how things come about on Flickr? The point is that our inner children began to play together: running through virtual mud puddles, jumping up and down in delight, holding hands, getting into mischief (no, not that kind of mischief), and for a few seconds, in a comment, -- there was the joy of genuinely delighting in each other’s company. Wholly and innocently.
So, I thought, why not have a party to celebrate our inner children. And who better to host the party than Alice, herself. The same Alice who has taken refuge down the rabbit hole. That Alice.
But then, I thought, maybe it’s not such a good idea. Someone might interpret this badly, someone might not like the idea of adults having inner children; it could lead to trouble . . .
Maybe, I shouldn’t . . .
Ah, what the hell, I live on the edge of trouble most of the time anyway, so Claudio, my Argentine buddy, Alice is in the house . . . just one small step away through the looking glass . . .
Blessings,
Sheree
Claudio has a great stream -- check out his work here. www.flickr.com/photos/8991878@N08/
I strongly suggest making him a contact, too. Your life will be truly enriched. He is a wonderful Flickr friend.
PS Are there any other “inner children” running around out there? It’s tea-time!
(My thanks to the creator of Pinky and the Brain, Steven Spielberg, for providing me with hours of mirth as a result of his wacky cartoon characters; to Jean Shepherd, for creating that pink rabbit suit and Ralphie in “A Christmas Story” ; and for Lewis Carroll for providing decades of delight to many children, both outer and inner.
And don’t you just love that freaky Disney Alice. I particularly like her hair-do; probably the result of being in the hands of one too many grandchildren.)
PPS I don't use Photoshop! I use Canon Digital Pro, and imagination. And Picnik. Love Picnik!
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Children of the sky…
Open up your heart
Tell me, how do you feel
You are all Children
Together now, unite, and fight
Open up your heart, peace, love for everyone
We are all Children
To the four corners of the world
sing it loud
Right here, spread love, everybody join together now
One race, one heart, love and unity, everybody sing!
World hold on, Bob Sinclar