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'To live for yourself is not a sincere living, to live for your Lord is actual and factual living.' - His Holiness Younus AlGohar
Life is a long lesson in humility.
— John M. Barrie
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Today's post is a very special one to me. It's an image of a truly amazing bird, the arctic tern, feeding it's young. these birds are amazing for they accomplish a feat that seems almost unbelievable.... for they travel from their arctic breeding grounds in Alaska to Antarctica and back each year. That's about a 40,000 mi trek each year. Over the course of their lifetime, they fly over 1 million miles. That to me, is absolutely amazing.
In this image, an arctic tern parent takes care of its young, by offering up a freshly caught fish to the newbie. It's such a touching moment to watch, as the young one sits patiently waiting for the parent to return - mouth open, calling out, and anxiously accepting the fish "transfer".
That pretty much sums up this image - at least on the surface - but today this image represents so much more.
See, I recently was informed that, Klaus Peter, a very special member of our flickr world has passed away. He was a tremendously talented photographer in his own right. To me though, he had so much more going for him as well. He was a special friend and a kind soul who always was there to help you out and offer lots of advice and yes, had TONS of fun along the way. He will be sorely missed by anyone who had the fortune to have had their paths cross in life. He was truly one in a million!
So, for me, this image reminds me of Klaus. For he was the guiding force behind many of us and like this parent tern, was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it.
While many of us close to Klaus are trying to imagine life without him, we know that he'll forever be etched in our memories and we'll smile at the way that he lived life to the fullest.
I wanted to share a quote that a friend of our shared with us recently on facebook - for nothing could be more appropriate at times like this.......
"There are 5 things in life you cannot recover: A stone...after it's thrown. A word...after it is said. An occasion...after it's missed. The time...after it's gone. A person...after they die. Life is short. Break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably And never regret anything that makes you smile..."
Thank you for being part of my life Klaus. I will miss you! RIP, my friend! (May you find your ever-elusive coots - LOL).
Please feel free to look through his amazing work, if you're unaware of Klaus, for I'm sure that you'll be glad that you did. www.flickr.com/photos/kjpweb/
The folks from Yo Gabba Gabba passed through Tacoma on their nationwide tour to entertain children of all-ages.
Tarot and castles inspire my mind to separate and joint ventures. Historically the two may not have mixed together that much, but the cards popular in Italy and France did make it over to Scotland and availability in print of the cards and the opening of castles to tourist has arrived at the right time for me to join the two historic inspirations to tell stories and to suggest paths that I might like to ponder at leisure. The early and maybe the original cards that still survive are elaborately hand painted scenes displaying figures showing their worldly station in life and the role they play in society. The cards offer up a pictorial Bildungsroman, or educational story, as they reveal a coming-of-age adventure as the central characters are presented with rites of passage and encounters through which they transform in old terms morally and spiritually. Whilst those terms still apply to this day the development of perception, philosophy and education gives us ideas of the Tarot images allowing us to gain psychological insights of developing ourselves through symbolic cultural awareness of the world we all live in. Some have suggested that Tarot cards might have been popular around betrothals, or weddings in Italy with 15 partial sets of cards named Visconti-Sforza being dated from the middle of the 15 century. If they are such the intricate designs were expensive artworks commissioned for noble families.
Some sources have the cards being brought into Europe as gaming and gambling items from Mamluk sources once in Egypt and later warring their way through Turkey. This for some fulfils ideas of Gypsy Tarot being from Egyptian roots and the Gypsy bloodline being from Egypt via the Ottoman and Hungarian Empires. Other sources see the Aleph Bet, the 22 Hebrew letters and can find a route for such thoughts and symbols to come out of the Levant, where from the translation of the French name of ‘the rising of the Sun’ a radiant journey can be traced through Southern France and Spain which helps to bring Qabalah into Tarot. Sure footed and well founded as castles are they are well set to stand in comparison to the vagaries of potential Tarot histories.
Tarot and castles can be linked as the former preserve of nobility whose patronage has left us strong ruins and delicate relics giving us a history in which the majority were included and to which we can now join in and adapt if we wish to do so. The cards shown here are from The Mythic Tarot conceived by Liz Greene and Juliet Sharman-Burke with illustrations by Tricia Newell. First published in 1989 the 78 cards feature images of goddesses, gods, demigods, heroes and the others from the mythology of Ancient Greek. The castle shown is Tantallon built and remodelled over several stages hosting Queens, Kings, noble ladies and valiant knights with heroes and the others amongst their ranks. The castle is now in the care of Historic Environment Scotland and is available to visitors with opening times being available through the link below.
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Tantallon Castle Near North Berwick, East Lothian, EH39 5PN
Historic Environment Scotland
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I grew up fishing and now I'm trying to teach my children what it means to be a "good" fisherboy or fishergirl. Things like being patient and not giving up it. Being quiet and respecting the other people fishing around you. Being thoughtful and letting your catch go. After not catching anything for the first couple days, I decided that I needed to step in and give them some hope. So I took each child out individually and worked some of the magic I was taught when I was a little boy. And when I got a trout on the line, I handed over the pole to my son/daughter to reel the fish in. Once they saw that it was possible to catch a fish, they all of a sudden had a renewed confidence that they could do it themselves.
Underwater moment of proud father & daughter learning to swim, taken on a test run using a GoPro Hero 3 and then colours amped up slightly using Photoshop.
Can you imagine that prickly leaflike crown is what sweet juicy pineapples grows from?...#LifeLesson It Doesn't matter who your parents are or your background, you can still turn out to be someone "AWESOME"
A sneak peek at my latest project "Lessons I can learn from my dog... "
This is a personally moving project for me. I began this project in memory of my two dobermans, who have both passed on. Initially difficult, this has been a healing project for me, a way of celebrating the life I shared with them. I also dedicate this project to all those precious dogs out there (perhaps sitting beside you right now) who change our lives for the better - because they've walked along side of us with unyielding devotion and unconditional love.
There's more on my website and plenty more to come! I hope they make you smile. Have a blessed day!
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Today was the last day Sarah was going to ever wear these shoes. They had a good run, but it's time to let them go. RIP brown ballet flats.
Being the captain of the wrong things.
I woke up today with this weird endless feeling of being stuck in a perpetually cycle of repeating behaviours. The thing that snapped me out and back into my feet was getting nuts, decks and a card full of words in the mail. There are certain people that are simply irreplaceable for how they pay attention, share their love and care for others.
These playing cards list the distance and elevation of some of the coolest hiking trails on and beyond the 49th parallel. The deck has 44 trails listed, of which i’ve done…. 3 1/4s? Maybe? I’ve got over 39+ reasons to come back to BC now.
Which brings me to an important story about my playing cards. Yes, I collect playing cards. Backstory: On Friday nights, my parent’s invited their friends over who also had kids our age. As we ran around the house playing mystery sleuth or hide and seek, the adults would be playing cards. By the time we ran out of steam and fell asleep randomly on the floor at 2:00am, the last thing I remember was seeing them laughing and still playing cards.
When my mom was dying of cancer, there was not much she could do or wanted to do other than play cards. We would chat and play cards throughout the day. Every night, no mater who was over, we would all gather around her on the couch and play cards. In the final line of my acknowledgement section of my dissertation, I wrote this for my mother: I am going to close my acknowledgments with all of the things I forgot to say racing through my mind until we play cards again.
Playing cards always fills my heart with warmth, and reminds me how much ‘play’ brings us all back together. @srsly_sals let’s keep our shoe laces undone so we will trip back to playing together again one day.