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Chosen for EXPLORE, # 273, on March 17, 23. Thank you! 😍 OMG, what an amazing surprise!!! This image has come from the center of my heart, letting go - the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Thank you, Flickr!!
Created for EXPLORE Worthy - The Monthly Quote, March (2023 Art) (As per EW Rules, it's in challenge only.)
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We never even know
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMcnBi7R8PA
Some prayers find an answer
Some prayers never know
We're holding on and letting go
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Some days just flow - no deadlines, no expectations, no rush to be anywhere but right here. You wake up without a plan, and somehow, that feels like the best possible plan.
So you let the day carry you. The breeze nudges you along, the sun stretches warmly over everything, and you realize there’s nothing to chase. No urgency, no destination. Just drifting, like the world is saying, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
And for once, you listen. Your thoughts loosen, the usual noise fades, and everything feels...lighter. Like that bird gliding overhead, adjusting course only when the wind decides to shift.
There’s something peaceful in that - just existing, without steering, without deciding. Because sometimes, you don’t need to guide the moment.
Sometimes, the moment is enough all on its own.
Sometimes....
The pain of holding on is much greater than the pain of letting go
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0FydqKf9p0
Sometimes you win or sometimes you lose.
I don't wanna lose you
Don't even own you
I just wanna stay right here.....until never dawns
Corinne Bailey Rae
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... of awareness and Being
is always, -
what changes, are the things
you are aware of:
thoughts
feelings
experiences
perceptions
sensations
pleasure and pain,
states of the body like
dream
waking
sleep, -
but the light of your Being
of your awareness,
of consciousness
IS
now
here
eternally.
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a fence on Friday - pure accident, :-) I don't follow this normally!
Leica R8 / Kodak Ektar 100
I've seen many dolls and figurines depicting clowns, but never anything quite like this one. There doesn't seem to be even a hint or pretext of joy or happiness. It exemplifies the undercurrent of anxiety and sadness that many of us feel about circus clowns. There's a feeling of anguish or even resignation in the expression. I wonder who on earth would want this thing in their home. It's almost like witnessing the death of a clown. Looking at the image now, I am most taken with the makeup, particularly the green diamonds drawn around the eyes. The lips are eerily realistic and I love how the lipstick spreads beyond the bounds of the actual lip area…rather sloppily applied ala Joker in the Batman movies.
'As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgements but rain your kindness equally on all.' - Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SbUC-UaAxE
NOVEMBER RAIN – GUNS N' ROSES
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fOrGCZM38I
AUTUMN I by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY
Soundtracks : www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgJYc9WE7xY
AUTUMN II by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY
NOVEMBER RAIN
When November skies cry out their pain
and Buddha's tears fall down as rain
the Autumn leaves fall down again
in burnished gold abandonment
capable of letting go
trees don't discern from friend or foe
but shed and scatter all around
their foliage carpet on the ground
we tread and kick the leaves up high
some catch the wind and reach the sky
others may adhere themselves to limbs
that look so bare as Winter slims
full-bodied landscapes; the art of Masters
water-coloured, oils and faster
splashes, dots like pointillism
paint generously the rainbow's prisms
the multi-coloured hues of Fall
the baring forests stand so tall
and quite prepared to give their all
to perfect bold abandonment
we relish change of seasons such
as this one with it's harvest much
and luscious, full and rosy lips
rose-gold kiss abandonment
poetic justice; fire and musty
apple wood, sweet and smelling ripe
lingers long and leaves us longing
for more to whet our appetite
In Summer most we see is sun
and feel the warmth upon our skin
but Autumn is a visual treat
to gift our eyes before we sleep
oh how I wish to hibernate
come Winter with it's threatening storms
and ice-cold winds that bite and nip
my fingers, toes as different forms
come bustling, breezing through the open
doors and floors are wet with melted
snow and ice; I long for nice
hot cocoa with a few marshmallows
pink and white, that soothe and mellow
warm the cockles of my heart
and smooth the feelings that depart
as Autumn falls and Winter beckons
with icy fingers; Jack Frost reckons
he can paint inside the glass
a pattern etched that will stick fast
and never touch it with your tongue
you'll stick and have to wait for Mum
to softly release you from this task
you set yourself; and you will laugh
at this sweet memory of your past
when your family was still complete
now scattered, lost or just divided
left behind where you resided
why did they have to go away
like Autumn leaves and Summer days
but come the Spring and come the thaw
you may hear knocking at your door
and those that left to travel wide
may smile and hug and step inside
Four Seasons by Vivaldi playing
inside your head and on turntable
round and round; spinning gently
another year; and there are plenty
yet to come now you are winning
plans can be made and find you grinning
the joy of life; the joie de vive
Buddha watches; never leaves
enigmatic smile; all-knowing
buds on trees will soon be showing
renewal; rejuvenate the Earth
a time for living; for what it's worth
and now you know it's worth a lot
a year you thought might bring your end
a borrowed year that saw you mend
a year that taught you; value friends
and live and love and laugh awhile
for peace begins with just one smile
and harmony's gift to Mother Earth
brings treasures full; beyond monetary worth
that only sweet abandonment
as with the trees that teach us much
to love; be loved is all enough
and letting go is not so bad
and will not always leave us sad
for like the trees begin again
so can we live through all our pain
and come the Spring we'll be reborn
and sprouting trees shelter us from harm
like the arms of Buddha and the arms of man
joined together in perfect sweet abandonment
giving thanks for all we have
letting go so there is more
for everyone to go around
we are united; we are found.
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"I feel grateful for all I've learned
and the people to whom I turned
Now like a river flowing to the Sea
I let them all go now to their own destiny
while I follow that one Light blazing in me
I'm gonna live my own dream again
I'm gonna live my own dream again
I'm gonna break through these clouds of rain
Straight to that bright shining sun
In the name of the One
I stake my claim
where I live my own dream again."
Ganga Fondan, 2009
All week I've been singing this song in order to stir up some feelings of ache and desire again. When my rational mind reminds me of my losses, my songs lead me back to a place of hope, of faith and courage again. Staring at the evergiving Ocean, my heart rises once more to declare its intent. I draw strength from the words:
"Your Consciousness is the spark and Universal Consciousness is the blaze and they are one and the same. Constantly reflecting on the meaning of this Truth and silencing the constant chatter of the intellect brings this Truth to our realization. This is referred to as crossing over the Ocean of Consciousness." - Tulshi Sen, "Ancient Secrets of Success for Today's World"
“En lâchant prise, vous perdrez beaucoup de choses du passé, mais vous vous retrouverez vous-même.”
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"Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.”
Cit. Authors Unknowns
"In the process of letting go, you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself."
Cit. Deepak Chopra
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“I dedicate this to all my friends past and present who allowed me to shine; who gave me the gift of unconditional love and understanding; who set me free to follow my own path and all those friends whom I have yet to meet. I am content to stand in your shadow so that you may also shine. I am content to let you go; to let you fly free so that one day I have the pleasure to welcome you back again with open arms and love in my heart … “ - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iAzMRKFX3c
WIND BENEATH MY WINGS – BETTE MIDLER
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship to me is letting go
helping someone to find their wings
allowing them the freedom to grow
and wishing them well and all good things
standing in their shadow as they fly away
letting them shine brightly like the sun
waiting patiently for the day
that brings them home;
and I will be here to catch you if you fall
and gently mop your brow
erase all doubts you may have had
be content with all I have right now
A friend is like a precious flower
nurtured by nature; freedom from pain
swaying to and fro as life does
learning to laugh and dance in the rain
a flower does not have enemies
when nature is in balance
no matter what the wind blows in
we can survive; we can withstand
we may be battered by the storm
but we come through it all
hand in hand the promised land
awaits us; we stand strong and tall
A friend is happy to see you smile
gives thanks for all your triumphs
and puts you first before themselves
provides a safety net against imbalance
when doors are slammed shut in your face
God opens up a window
what lies beyond was not for you
look through the glass; the gentle glow
a candle flame is lit for you
a sign of love and understanding
it will not burn you as you pass through
it will not hurt; it's undemanding
just as a true friend to you should be
it is warm and it is welcoming
makes you feel loved and understood
never seeks to put you down
We know full well when something's wrong
we know we can't win them all
these battles that rage in others are
not our fight; out of our control
so it is easy to forgive them
and find the rightful path for us
for in their torment they are hurting
only themselves; so to above
I pray for them their souls to lay
to rest and ease their weary minds
but for now they have to stay
behind the door they closed on kind
and loving souls who wished them well
who bid them one last fond farewell
and try to keep our thoughts from dwelling
on their own sad and tortuous hell
We can only try our best
to help; to love; to understand
but until the recipient is willing to accept
they are cast out; they are banned
It seems to go against the teaching
of Christian love that I know
but a lesson can be hard in reaching
those who will not hear the woe
that they enforce on other's kinder
fragile, gentle, brittle hearts
until they recognise in the mirror
they are the ones who made them part
I do not like to see the suffering
of anyone if I can be of help
but sometimes all we can do is leave them
to find their way; to rid themselves
of the self-imposed angst they keep inside them
that fights to keep the whole world out
if they can break the pattern of their thinking
and let love in, then they will never be without.
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The image of the Burning Bush or the “flame of things,” according to the expression of St. Isaac the Syrian, receives its full luster: St. Maximus says that “the unspeakable and prodigious fire hidden in the essence of things, as in the bush, is the fire of divine love and the dazzling brilliance of his beauty inside every thing.”
-THE ART OF THE ICON A Theology of Beauty by Paul Evdokimov translated by Fr. Steven Bigham
just a thought that came to mind....we hold so much in our minds, hearts and hands, and i have to say it again, our life is all about choices and how we make them.
The preciousness of something is an opinion, my most valuable item could be a pebble i found on the beach one unforgettable day, my choice would be to remember that day as a good memory and leave out the bad.
When there is something you hold dear to your heart, it could be because it reminds you of the happiest moment in the darkest period of your life, and it may aswell be so...
letting go of a past could be bitter-sweet
Of what avail is knowing things
Other than the Self? And the Self being known,
What other thing is there to know?
That one light that shines as many selves,
Seeing this Self within
As Awareness' lighting flash;
The play of Grace; the ego's death;
The blossoming of Bliss.
from Atma Vidya (Self Knowledge) of Sri Ramana Maharshi
statue of Sri Ramana in the samadhi hall
"There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life.”
Holy taledoes!!!...this got to Explore #26, October 5th
That like the highest position I have ever had for a photo....Thanks everyone for the comments!
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"The everlasting universe of things flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid wave." ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
90/365.
im learning to let go.
this image is pretty important to me right now. growing up, my parents controlled the hell out of me. i was never allowed to go anywhere, to see anyone. part of the reason why im such an internet nerd now... that was the only communication i had with people outside of school. anyway, it kills me inside to see myself act that same way towards other people. i know what im doing, and i know why im doing it. that doesnt make it any easier to change.
i took this just now, right before it stormed. it moved through real fast, and now the sky is golden.
and im so happy that this image is not square.
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In fact, she's my High-in-the-sky-apple-pie Hopes! :)
"Lord, your will is my will. I don't really know what's good for me, or what I really want. But you know what I want in my heart, and if it's right for me it will happen. If it isn't, it won't. But I have total faith in you that whatever happens is your will and it’s good."
"Mukunda's prayer" as told by Robert Adams to his followers in 1991
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sorry about the last photo; I removed it because it was already in the stream.
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Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.
~ Toni Morrison
(She did win her Nobel prize for a reason)
La vita è come una corda, intrecciata di legami che si formano, nodi che si stringono, diventano parte di noi. Alcuni legami sono così forti da sembrare indissolubili, altri, con il tempo, si allentano, si sciolgono. Ma ogni nodo, anche sciolto, lascia un’impronta. La corda conserva memoria del nodo, un segno sottile, come un ricordo inciso nella mente e nel cuore.
La solitudine arriva a volte, quando i legami si spezzano o si allentano, portando malinconia. Eppure, è il mistero di questi legami – forti, sciolti, perduti – a tessere il senso della vita.
#lifejourney #bonds #connection #life #solitude #melancholy #strength #lettinggo #memories #lifepath #lifephilosophy #knotsoflife #soulconnection #heartstrings #nostalgia #meaningoflife #introspection #loveandloss #emotionalties #unbreakable
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"La vulnérabilité ressemble à la vérité et ressemble au courage. La vérité et le courage ne sont pas toujours confortables, mais ils ne sont jamais une faiblesse."
- Cit. Brené Brown -
"Nous essayons tellement de cacher tout ce que nous ressentons […]. Les gens essaient de refouler leurs émotions, comme si c’était une erreur d’avoir des réactions naturelles face à la vie."
- Cit. Colleen Hoover -
"Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they're never weakness."
"We try so hard to hide everything we're really feeling […]. People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it's somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life."
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today marissa (pictured here!) came over for some photos, and she brought along with her this cool birdcage! im currently all out of props i havent used before, so i was definitely interested in trying to find some way to utilize hers today. i was a bit worried, since bird cages, and birds in general, tend to be a bit cliche, but when this image popped into my head i thought i had a chance to bring at least a little glimmer of new light to an old idea - so we went for it!
i was thinking about how sometimes you can do more harm to someone you love by pressuring them to stay with you, rather than just letting that person go - or at least, not being so overprotective. the title is inspired from a line by gregory + the hawk, when she says "just leave me your stardust to remember you by." beautiful song.
feeling really good after shooting this, since yesterday i had something really cool planned but i ended up not even getting a chance to try shooting! always sad when that happens, and the only thing that can really truly make me feel whole again, is taking another photo. though mucho thanks to my bffs for dancing with me all last night. :)
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10/22/08 - Life would be so much more enjoyable if we could control our dreams and stay in them as long as we want. However, this is reality. We can't fly away from our problems and you'll never learn to fly if you're too afraid to land. I'm facing reality because living in denial isn't healthy.
I actually balanced my upper body on my tall dresser for this shot; hurt like mad! :P
this is reality << not sure about the white, but it's best viewed bigger.
"I used to think all the time. Now thinking hurts, and feeling is worse. I liked reality better when it was a dream." - Bayside.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2U_S_ffmc6A
If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession
Don't even think about me
If you love somebody, set them free
If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes
Or a whipping boy, someone to despise
Or a prisoner in the dark
Tied up in chains you just can't see
Or a beast in a gilded cage
That's all some people ever want to be
If you love somebody, set them free
You can't control an independent heart
Can't tear the one you love apart
Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live
We can't live here and be happy with less
So many riches, so many souls
Everything we see we want to possess
If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession
Don't even think about me
If you love somebody, set them free
Winter
And so you took my purple away...
a reminder..
what little remains...
a concrete dream...
which...
is mine...
to heavy...
to hold...
forever
-rc
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St. Augustine, the great teacher of love that knows and knowledge that loves, reflects on his own experience of looking for God as an external object, a thing—just huge—that could be located and fixed in space and time. In his Confessions, he relates how this all changed when he at last forgot himself.
“But when unknown to me you caressed my head, and when you closed my eyes lest they see things that would seduce me, I began for a little while to forget about myself, and my madness was lulled to sleep. When I awoke in you, I saw you very differently, infinite in a very different sense. But what I saw was not seen with the eye of the body.”
-An Ocean of Light Contemplation, Transformation, and Liberation, Martin Laird, O.S.A.