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-Let It Go-
A feeling I thought was set in stone
It slips through, my fingers
I'm trying hard to let go
It comes and goes in waves
It comes and goes in waves
And carries us away
Through the wind......
"The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday."
I release you...now let me go...
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Prop: Amitie Dune Backdrop
Pose: Custom
Victoria Pt, Moreton Bay, Brisbane, Australia.
Perhaps surprisingly the word 'interlude', meaning a break in normal proceedings, first came into practice in the 14th Century. Two warring armies stopped, in their fight to the death, to watch an unusually beautiful sunset go down; as 'The Empire of The Sun' dictated lol.
Indeed, watching the sunset as the “interlude” from day to night, with awesome colours, is a favourite activity.
Undoubtedly, it’s also the best time for a leisurely walk along the beach or the coastline enjoying beautiful views over the ocean, as the following poets highlight.
“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.” – Crystal Woods
“See the beauty of sunset to enjoy the passion of life.” – Debasish Mridha.
🎧 "Solar" (Viken Arman): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysHNHoPAg9E
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
EXPLORE 12 OCT. 2022
“To let go does not mean to get rid of. To let go means to let be. When we let be with compassion, things come and go on their own.” – Jack Kornfield
"There’s an important difference between giving up and letting go."
–Jessica Hatchigan
"The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward."
—Steve Maraboli
🎼: Hurts to be Human~ Pink ft. Khalid~
Will you make it sound so pretty even when it's not?
Didn't choose but it's the only one we've got
And sometimes I get so tired
Of getting tied up in my thoughts
You're the only one that often makes it stop
God, it hurts to be human
Without you I'd be losing
And someday we'll face the music
God, it hurts to be human
But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you, hey
And you've got me, me, me, me, too
Like we're buckled and preparing before the crash
Like we're walking down a road of broken glass
Now if we defeat all odds
And it was us against the world
You can count on me
You know I'd have your back
God, it hurts to be human
Without you I'd be losing
And someday we'll face the music
God, it hurts to be human
Each day brings new wonder and light into your life. Sometimes, it seems dim but when it is, turn around and look for the light shining.
My daughter often says... "let it go" so as I love the piano guys I chose their version of song for this.
✈️ : Sexy Isle
I consider myself a winter person - meaning that I do enjoy it. However, I love the vibrancy of Fall too and I have to admit I'm having trouble letting go as we look to a forecast of snow this weekend. Consequently, although the colorful leaves are gone now, I'm still going to post a few. I liked this scene with the three trees on the left - even though a light wind kept brushing against the green leaves at the bottom and created some movement.
There was no breeze higher up in the branches, which made me wonder if the fast water flow created some friction on the air above it, which in turn created the slight breeze affecting the lower branches. Can anyone shed some light on this? Google only looks at the opposite - wind moving water. Many thanks!
Continuing with my Positive Flags of the Nations project.
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50 shades of fallen Oak and Holly leaves, New Year's day 2019, West Yorkshire. Look forward, not back. Spring is coming.
Oh, it's time for letting go
We can't hide what we both know
But ooh, the hurt grows
Every time I think it's over
No words could bring back your affection
And no lies could keep me holding on
And holding on and holding on, yeah
And now I know it's time for letting go...
Jude Cole(from Moline,IL.,about 45 minutes from my place)
Sometimes you just know when its over,and for this rural Ohio,IL. farmhouse,that was a lifetime ago...
Happy fence friday all!
May God hold your hand as you rest in peace my friend. You meant so much to us. You will always and forever be in our thoughts and in our hearts. ❤️🌺🌻🌸
I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory. - Julian Barnes,
The Sense of an Ending
Seize the day, then let it go. -
Marty Rubin
Time does not pass, it continues.
Marty Rubin
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∎ The Rauhnächte are a centuries-old ritual from the Celtic and Germanic tradition that accompanies us to this day. Between December 24th and January 6th, it is important to use the "time outside of time" - for reflection, letting go and a fresh start.
∎ The Raunächte refer to the time between Christmas Eve and January 6th. There are numerous customs in many cultures for these 12 nights between the years. This is what lies behind the millennia-old rituals.
∎ Raunacht
“If you really love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours, if not it wasn’t meant to be.”
Unknown
“You have to forgive to forget, and forget, to feel again.”
Unknown
“Some people think that it’s holding on that makes one strong; sometimes it’s letting go.”
Unknown
"When your heart speaks, take good notes."
Judith Campbell
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"One of the hardest things to do in life is, letting go of what you thought was real." - Kathleen Aquino
Well it is too early in the morning to correct my macro shot so I am moving on.
Have to get past the little things.
Macro
It's not always the holding on that means you're strong.
It's usually the letting go.
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Weekend three-hour hike in the forest behind my place at Nth Stradbroke Island (Queensland, Australia, east coast).
It was awesome to hang out with friends and hit the hiking trail again, weaving up through the hilly forest track contours to the tall red gum trees shown above.
Hiking is certainly great exercise. No matter what type of trail you find yourself on, hiking is a whole-body workout—from head to toe and everything in between.
Including getting into nature and experiencing that one-with-nature in the moment aspect. Forgetting about everything else and rejuvenating body and mind ... and letting go of those some reputed 60,000 daily thoughts that flood the mind! Tops for sure!
🎧"Maske" (Beyhude): www.youtube.com/watch?v=SV_ramURYg0
🎧"Forest of Souls" (Feinheitsbrei): www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMkurn-lRUw
Canon EOS 7D Mark II, Tamron 16-300mm Lens
“At last I was ready to let go. I thought it would make me feel sad, but instead there is a great sense of freedom … a lightness of being seldom felt. I was holding on to threads of a past life … dusty cobwebs; brittle with age; they served no-one well. Once we walked hand in hand; side by side, but our paths now have taken different directions and I smile happily for him as I watch him go. He has found a happy ending; one that I could not give him and a great peace has settled around my shoulders; replacing the heaviness of responsibility I had previously felt for his happiness. I continue to declutter my house and my life and the space left behind is not empty, but the essence of true tranquility … “ - excerpt from a short story called “Goodbye to H” by AP
“I am and always have been a rebel, never caving into peer pressure; standing up for what I believe in; fighting against injustices; for those who cannot defend themselves and still it is possible to remain true to my inner core. These days my approach is softer; my words are gentler, because it really is not about who shouts the loudest. Even the stillest, smallest voice can be heard above the cacophony of sound in a noisy world … the secret is not really a secret at all … it is faith … it is hope … it is love.“ - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJ4QoCskBN4
MAKE ME SMILE – STEVE HARLEY & COCKNEY REBEL
Last night I lay awake and silently listened
the window open; I heard the sea breeze sigh
I thought I heard the sound of a bittern
above the gulls and rolling tide
the moon looked down and smiled at me
her glow mercurial lit my face
I swear I heard the sands sweet whispers
weaving a dream like silken lace
oh what a tangled blue web you wove
spinning your tales and all your woes
I am free of you now; I'm letting you go
what comes in with the ocean cleanses all that it knows
no longer do I wander up and down
looking for signs; searching for clues
I know everything now; more than you know
you were never the one; you could never be true
still I will wonder what's out there for me
and pray I will know it when it rolls in from the sea
a message in a bottle; a heart-shaped pebble
a sweet cockleshell may play Cockney Rebel
I'll hold it up to my ear; hear it's secrets intent
for the sound of my loved one and all that he sent
he'll tell me he loves me and mean it this time
I'll love him forever; until I run out of rhyme
he will light up my face from now 'til the end
never cause me sorrow;
always be there tomorrow
a small satisfied smile hovers on my soft lips
as I succumb to my dreams and time is let slip.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission. I have gifted this picture to my dearest friend Kostas, who I am humbled to say has it on his desk top where he views it every day <3
This image is a compilation of 2 of my photographs.
Lucy Ma's last letter to us was written a few weeks before her passing, in 1990, and contained a very pointed and strong admonition to be at peace with whatever life brings, that the secret of true peace lies in acceptance and letting go.
quote from an article by Joan Greenblatt
read more here if you like:
www.innerdirections.org/lucy-cornelssen/
Leica R8 - Kodak Ektar 100
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"Life is a moving, breathing thing.
We have to be willing to constantly evolve.
Perfection is constant transformation."
~ Nia Peeples ~
"Even though you may want to move forward in your life,
you may have one foot on the brakes.
In order to be free, we must learn how to let go.
Release the hurt.
Release the fear.
Refuse to entertain your old pain.
The energy it takes to hang onto the past
is holding you back from a new life.
What is it you would let go of today?"
~ Mary Manin Morrissey ~
"Butterflies need to be free!"
~ Angela Kanner ~
Today was the day . . . My gorgeous Moany was very spirited this morning and definitely wanted *out* of his enclosure . . . I had hoped to save his *release* for my daughter and granddaughters, but their long car trip from Michigan would take up most of the day. I just couldn't hold onto him . . . he had heard about all of Angela's gorgeous females down on Long Island, and he was raring to go visit! Perhaps he will be instrumental in sending some offspring on the amazing journey to Mexico!
Ironically, I thought he would stay around our gardens, especially alighting on the new butterfly bush we had bought just for him, but he bypassed it (after he left this plant upon which I gently set him down) and immediately flew over our house, high in the sky, on his way to Long Island. I HOPE he didn't get caught in the rain they were having. It was only cloudy here.
Exactly one month ago I found Moany on the underside of a milkweed plant and brought him inside to begin the caterpillar nurturing process, a first for me! Please check out my Monarch album for Moany's incredible journey.
flickr.com/photos/colorfulexpressions/albums/721577195914...
Watching Moany's phenomenal transformation was definitely life changing for me.
Sometimes the best laid plans or projects are taken over by set backs in life. Such was the case of my planned 365 for this year. We lost a very dear friend as the New Year started to unfold, quite suddenly, and I have found myself full of grief, and useless to his family. On this day the sun came out and it was 55 degrees as I walked the yard, looking for something to point my camera at. This hydrangea, broken from the snow and ice storm we had before Christmas will need to be cut way back in a few weeks. I snipped a broken stem and placed it in the birdbath, hoping to catch how I was feeling.
The Flame That Would Not Move
(Naritasan Shinshō-ji)
In Kanto’s dust, rebellion ceased—
a sword was drawn, a vow released.
In nine-four-oh, the tale began:
a temple rose by unseen hand.
They brought the god with fire for eyes,
with blade to cut through mortal lies,
with rope to bind the shadow’s breath,
protector fierce, dispeller of death.
But when they tried to move his form,
the image stalled, against the norm.
Too heavy grew the fire-laced frame,
as if the earth had called his name.
Thus rose the halls on that still place,
to honor wrath with boundless grace.
And there the sacred fires stay,
still burning to this very day.
The Goma flames, they rise and bend—
not wrath, but means to reach the end.
Through smoke and chant, the spirits cleanse,
and mind and heart make no defense.
Fudō, unmoved, yet ever near,
his silence louder than our fear.
Immovable, yet born of flame—
to call him is to speak your name.
Shot in -Naritasan Shinshoji Temple,
and Teddys.
February's Alphabet Fun: T is for...
FGR: Bad Habits [Flickr itself has become a bad habit; I also have a hard time letting things go.]
Today's Random Fact: This was my dad's teddy when he was growing up. I have an amazingly adorable picture of him, when he was two, having a tea party with it. My dad even had a little tie on and his pinky is up.
broken beautiful
evening....
encounter...
in...
deeply red...
i touched...
and...
broke you...
severed stem...
to own...
for a moment...
beauty...
held...
suspended...
now....
future stolen...
not intended...
but....
gently placed...
on...
a stony altar...
remembering...
now...
from...
clay taken...
to dust...
returned...
-rc
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This boredom is actually an indication that our prayer is going deeper than where our thoughts and feelings reach.
-A Sunlit Absence: Silence, Awareness, and Contemplation,
Martin Laird
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The Verve - Sonnet
taken at the banksy museum in madrid. a child reaching for a balloon just out of reach, mirroring the painted girl who tries to hold on to something already lost. reality and art blend seamlessly, creating a timeless dialogue about innocence, longing, and the things we can’t keep. a silent story of hope and heartache.