This is part III of my latest Helleborus Series

 

Here is some Folclore out of Wikipedia:

 

Several legends surround the hellebore; in witchcraft it is believed to have ties to summoning demons. Helleborus niger is commonly called the Christmas rose, due to an old legend that it sprouted in the snow from the tears of a young girl who had no gift to give the Christ child in Bethlehem. In Greek mythology, Melampus of Pylos used hellebore to save the daughters of the king of Argos from a madness, induced by Dionysus.

 

During the Siege of Kirrha in 585 BC, hellebore was reportedly used by the Greek besiegers to poison the city's water supply. The defenders were subsequently so weakened by diarrhea that they were unable to defend the city from assault.

 

Some historians believe that Alexander the Great died because of a hellebore overdose, when he took it as medication.

 

A jellyfish in motion, glowing from the inside out.

I see the beauty in every human being.

 

I feel the love.

 

I understand the dreams.

 

I'm grateful for the moment.

 

We're all on this journey together.

... taken with a Nikon (my usual camera is a Canon)

...but they are just to look at, don't eat them.......

they are poisonous!!! LOL (poison ivy)

  

Thank you Denise and Bonnie for the title...

We had a fantastic Ipernity/Flickr meetup on Saturday...

visiting the "Museum Insel Hombroich"

 

Here you'll find some more about this meetup:

www.ipernity.com/home/lightspectral

💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛

 

Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨

 

Before I share these new pages of my journey . . .

 

I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .

  

Over the past months I created an album called

  

💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛

 

Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨

 

Song for this Pictur – Feeling the Glow . . . .

  

If you feel called to listen,

I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛

  

Each song tells a different part of the journey.

 

Each melody carries a memory.

 

Each note became a piece of the story.

  

Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .

  

not to take something away . . .

  

but to make space for something new.

  

Looking back, I see so many moments,

so many lessons,

so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.

  

And today . . .

  

my heart is simply filled with gratitude.

  

For every beginning.

For every ending.

For every person who became part of my story.

  

Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .

  

and somehow it feels like coming home.

  

A new book . . .

A new chapter . . .

A new beginning . . .

  

I feel blessed.

  

Blessed by the journey.

Blessed by the people I met along the way.

Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.

  

And most of all . . .

 

blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛

  

Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seiten meiner Reise zeige . . .

 

möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .

 

In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst

 

💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛

  

Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,

hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛

  

Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.

 

Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.

 

Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.

 

Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .

  

nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .

  

sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.

  

Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,

so viele Lektionen,

so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.

  

Und heute . . .

  

ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.

  

Für jeden Anfang.

Für jedes Ende.

Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.

  

Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .

  

und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.

  

Ein neues Buch . . .

Ein neues Kapitel . . .

Ein neuer Anfang . . .

  

Ich fühle mich gesegnet.

  

Gesegnet durch die Reise.

Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.

Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.

  

Und vor allem . . .

 

gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛

   

Bokeh of dancing colours

Many bees on flickr these days... here is mine ;)

I know I am repeating my models...... but I just head to take some more photographs of this wonderful cozy seedlings.

Best viewed on black...

  

This young vineleaf is growing on the house wall right outside my window.

The early morning sun was hitting it so strongly I first thought these shots might

not turn out. The brick wall in the back let it look rather pale so I changed my angle

until I had the red downspout behind. It is then when I thought... wow, great reds!

Here are two of the shootings.

My adoration spreads wings

 

When thou commandest me to sing

it seems that my heart would break with pride;

and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life

melts into one sweet harmony -

and my adoration spreads wings

like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.

 

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.

I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song

thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself

and call thee friend who art my lord

  

GITANJALI

Songofferings

by Rabindranath Tagore

St. Joseph Inner and Outer Range Lights.

Every living thing has some type of inner light that make it thrive.

 

What makes you thrive?

 

Best

Viewed On Black

 

NOTE: I'm off to NYC today so I'll be back tonight to comment on all your lovely photos.

Thanks for the support, darling flickr people!! xoxo

Last nights sunset was so stunningly beautiful...

I missed the best... until I had the camera out and

ran up the stairs... but there was still some dramatic

beauty left.

For the real experience: much better on large!

 

I know... quite a jump from the fragile spring beauties to these winter photographs... I am just working with my laptop and found a file with some of my winter photography...

“Fan the inner flame that shows us

More and more of our true home

Revealed in our children

To embrace each as our own

 

There is no race or color

That separates the soul

For we are all a family

And in unity are whole

 

There is no one religion

That can claim authority

All true Masters love each other

And continue within me

 

No more hate and no more hunger.

No more weapons of despair.

No more “I” and “mine” takes over

Or is spoken anywhere

 

Every child who lives among us

Has the right to run their course

To behold the flame within them

And to know its very Source”

 

Ganga Fondan, 2009

 

Children are such a target for all the anxious ways that we have not grasped who we are in relation to the Universe. This posting is dedicated to the Vision that we may discover clearer pathways for ourselves and thus enable our children to be powerful leaders to carry on regeneration of the world. It is meant to depict that we do not carry the light but are made from the light itself The following awe-inspiring quote is the source of the passion of this posting tonight:

 

"You are the spark of the blaze and the spark has all the power of the blaze to create the same blaze." - Tulshi Sen, "Ancient Secrets of Success for Today's World"

 

...meaning: slow internet connection ;-)

  

Living Smoke — A Visual Series

 

This series explores presence without form.

Figures that are not made of bodies, but of movement, density, and absence.

 

Nothing here is solid.

Nothing here is permanent.

 

What you see is not meant to be fully understood — only felt.

 

The images move through a complete emotional spectrum:

 

• Stillness

• Movement

• Closeness

• Almost-touch

• Contrast

• Fusion

• Dissolution

 

Each piece captures a moment where something exists briefly,

then fades back into smoke.

 

This is not a story with a beginning or an end —

but a sequence of encounters.

 

Seen without seeing.

Felt before it disappears.

 

Saturday Night Sunset - The Light Between The Lights.

Wishing all of you a wonderful sunday and Mothers' Day as well

I will be back with you tonight!

It was an amazing sunny and windy morning today........

let the flowers dance....... I liked the blur that came out.....

showing their movement in the wind.

Lotus Flower, specifically the Sacred Lotus or Nelumbo nucifera. Also commonly referred to as a Water Lily, Echo Park Lake, Los Angeles, California, USA. This was taken in 2007, one of the last blooms of the original planting decades ago. The Lotus Flowers completely died out in Echo Park Lake in 2008 for unknown reasons. There were no blooms in 2008. The city is working on plans to plant them again under more favorable conditions.

 

These were the best lotus flowers I have seen and I am looking forward to the replacement plants.

 

Here is a shot of another lotus from the same lake that surprsed me with the mystical inner light they seem to posess...

www.flickr.com/photos/14176959@N05/2540037842/