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"Go Fly A Kite!" is often used as a dismissive phrase, a way of telling someone to go away. But when you think about it literally, flying a kite is actually an act of collaboration and connection. A kite can only soar when faced with resistance, and it takes teamwork to balance the line, guide the kite, and manage the unpredictable forces of nature.
This interplay of tension and cooperation turns a simple activity into something symbolic.
Flying a kite reflects how challenges, when embraced with the help of others, can lead to triumph and beauty. Instead of being an act of rejection, the phrase transforms into an invitation—to work together, embrace resistance, and rise above.
***Thanks for a fun collab - Nene Chrome***
I always attract angels and butterflies in and out of sl..Im grateful for the warmth and genuine love..They heal me as I do get stung from being too kindhearted #LifeLessons #BigGirlLife #TallGirl #Love #Bigsupport
Your Choices, Every Day, Every (Happy New) Year! - IMRAN™
Happiness Is A Choice, Every Day.
Living Fully Is A Choice, Every Day.
Starting Fresh Is A Choice, Every Day.
Learning Anew Is A Choice, Every Day.
Helping Others Is A Choice, Every Day.
Sharing Joy Is A Choice, Every Day.
Embracing Adventure Is A Choice, Every Day.
Loving Deeply Is A Choice, Every Day.
Make good choices, every day!
Happy New Year! Every Day, Every Year, my loved ones.
© 2023 IMRAN™
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Greetings my beloved flickr family!
It has been a long time but life has been crazy busy for me.
I am happy to say that some of the busy-ness has been for good reasons, one being my book Pearls of Wisdom from the oyster called Life, which has been 5+yrs in the making.
I had a failed attempt just over 4yrs ago when I went through a self publishing company, which I wasn't happy with so it led me to abandon the book.
Around 1+ yrs ago I received a message from higher Source that I needed to put the book out, I decided to re-design the whole book and start again...I designed the pages and told God that if HE wanted me to put the book out, HE needed to bring me someone to design the cover...as always God never fails me so HE literally brought the designer to me!
At the moment it's only available through contacting me on my flickr mail or natcor54@gmail.com.
As soon as I can find the time I will start marketing it properly and the follow up book called 'expanding the pearls' will follow!
I hope to also put it on amazon but at the moment I'm waiting for the other company to take my original one down...they haven't been very co-operative.
With Love Light and Gratitude!
Natalie! x
PS I couldn't find where to copy the html of the other two photos I posted so I could put them in the comment box below, so you'll have to go view them if you want an idea of what the book looks like inside.
It's nice and colourful! :)
An excerpt: "As a spiritual man, if you see somebody criticising you for a valid reason and this criticism is positive, then you should be patient enough for you own goodness to look into that criticism and reprimand yourself; repair your actions."
"the end or a new beginning?"
©2006 kelly angard
“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.”
- Thomas Jefferson
It was a really grey day when I took this pinhole image. But I felt that this image worked well with the image I posted before. In this photo my son and daughter were changing the course of the river. Creating their own protected channel. I sat there and thought, If we can't change the entire flow of the river, well... we can try to change just part of it for a while.
Portrait of a boy in a village near Ludhiana, Punjab.
This boy walked up to me when I was clicking birds at the village pond and told me that he wanted his photo clicked. When I said that he won't be able to get the photo even if I clicked one, he said that it didn't matter. Then I understood that he was interested in the experience of getting clicked, not the result. Lesson learnt. Glad I was able to add joy and smiles to his day.
A Dog's Life: Dogs In Rearview Mirrors Are Closer (To Our Hearts) Than They Appear - IMRAN™
Kennedy, my precious German Shepherd Dog, taught me so much about life.
We all have to face the last sunset of our lives one day. We can only hope to learn from our dogs. To remain stoic and brave, to retain our dignity and smile, and be grateful for all the adventures on the roads of life we shared.
No matter how far back in the rearview mirrors of cars or memories of life our precious dogs seem, they are forever closer to our hearts than they appear, even when they are gone.
Kennedy, Best Dog Ever.
© 2024 IMRAN™
Every once in a while I come upon a quote that I immediately think is greatest thing I have ever heard. Normally the more true, the better, so in this instance I happened to come upon about 30 in a really funny blog post titled “Mature Truths”. I thought it was funny how the memories I seem to remember most clearly, are also the most ridiculous and irresponsible ones.
Many years ago someone very important to me gave me a pair of pearl earrings. Each little white pearl hung from an oval silver setting that kept three tiny diamond specks safe. Having sold off two diamond rings a few months ago, set in silver, these small diamonds represented the last of the diamond jewelry I owned.
This afternoon, as usual, I went to the orphanage, but I was not my typical energetic self. Run down, feverish, and battling a finger infection, today I kept the camera stowed in the bottom of a floral tote, opting instead of photographing to hang out with the children. While my child photographers busily snapped away down on the football field, I stayed with Rosaline, 11, and Francois 9. For hours the three of us sat, backs straight against metal containers, hands intertwined, occasionally Francois rested her head against my chest. Around us the other children played cards, washed lunch bowls, and hung laundry, and the entire tableau warmed me as I was extra receptive to the tenderness palpable on this late grey Sunday afternoon. Colds have a way of stripping us of our guard; the two girls on either side of me were attentive, examining me as trained nurses would. The head warm, the nose red, the eyes a bit puffy, no symptom went ignored.
I’m not sure what prompted her, but after some time, Rosaline began inspecting my earrings. Tsk tsking she noticed the dirt that had collected from months of wear and no wash. Soon she pulled my left earring out of its bruised hole and began cleaning it. She must have spent half an hour scrubbing and polishing, and when her own saliva didn’t get that tired earring gleaming, she got up, walked over to the water pump, and filled a plastic porridge cup with some icy water, the better to clean the jewelry and its jewels. Next to her, Francois and I watched Rosaline work, meticulously loosening the crusted skin from the earring. The pearl was at last brilliant, the little diamonds shards coruscating in their silver casing.
This had turned out to be a perfect afternoon, the flu symptoms eased by the girls’ doting.
But what happened next sealed this feeling that life is nothing but the people in it, regardless of the fluctuations of body, mind, and circumstance. “Oh King, sorry…” Rosaline murmured regretfully. The day suddenly darkening with her words I saw what had happened. Gone was the polished pearl—Rosaline had dropped it down a little crack in the cement step. Though we all tried furiously to float the earring to the top, pouring cup after cup of water into the narrow hole, nothing surfaced. Rosaline felt horrible, and I was about to get mad when I realized the importance of this loss. I decided then and there to get rid of all the diamonds in my life. Looking up at one of the boys who was towering over this crisis, the water run-off, the whispered “sorry’s”, the desperate jabs of a stick down the bottomless hole, I slipped off my right earring, gently replaced the backing, and smiling, dropped it down the hole.
Quietly Rosaline wrote in red ink on the palm of her left hand, “I Sorry King.” A few minutes later she added the hearts.
The true diamonds are the gestures of our lives that assuage haunting misgivings, replacing them with the immaterial and priceless jewels of hope, love, and yes, laughter.
Imagine, one day Gisimba Memorial Center excavated. Diamonds! Pearls!
Today, before The Tale of The Lost Earring, my friend Kevin, himself an orphan of the genocide, told me that both Rosaline and Francois have AIDS. Ah, earrings that once meant so much still mean so much, but for different reasons. Diamonds. Pearls. What use are these coveted artifacts of vanity in the face of two girls who face a shortened future?
Happy to finally be free of diamonds, on my own left hand I wrote with the same red marker “Okay Rosaline” and immediately surrounded it with hearts.
Kresta King Cutcher
Gisimba Memorial Center
An orphanage on the outskirts of Kigali in Nyamirambo.
Kigali, Rwanda. Afrika.
August 13, 2006.
Late Sunday afternoon.
On my 5th day of observation, I saw a parent kite fly to the feeding tree with a cicada but there were no babies waiting for snacks. The parent took off again just as Brother arrived. Brother was too late; the parent flew off with food still clutched in one foot. Hopefully life lesson learned, you snooze, you lose.
Mississippi Kite (Ictinia mississippiensis)
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
©2007 kelly angard
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
- Jack Kerouac
An upward view of a towering tree captures the essence of life's journey, where each branching path represents choices, challenges, and growth. The climb to the highest branches reflects the ultimate spiritual pursuit—a testament to resilience, perseverance, and the beauty of striving toward the light.
A Dog’s Life: K2 Turned 4 As Kennedy Bravely Faced The Sunset Of Life - IMRAN®
We all must face the sunset of life, whether man or beast. How we live our life, and how we face our end, are what differentiate the ordinary from the great. There is so much poignancy in this photo I took one year ago; emotions well up in me as I write these lines.
Kennedy showed his grace, sitting in the background of this photo at his forever home. Nothing could stop him from showing his beautiful smile and glowing love, regardless of what he was going through. The setting sun on Tampa Bay washed him and K2 in a golden light.
When my beloved Kennedy came into my life as a rescued German Shepherd, he was estimated to be between 4 and 5 years old. He had survived life on the streets of Texas, where he was abandoned despite someone spending thousands on some amazing training he’d had.
He had hip dysplasia. He also survived the brutal treatment for heartworm and other diseases he had before I got him. On paper, he would’ve been the last dog I’d want.
Who knew how long he would live or what other issues he would have? But in reality, there is no dog in the world I would have chosen to be mine forever, whatever time I would have him. Best Dog Ever!
© 2024-2025 IMRAN®
No sooner had the parent taken a bite, Junior magically appeared. He really wanted that big cicada, and the parent was eating it. The rest of this story took place really fast & not until processing did I realize what was happening.
Mississippi Kite (Ictinia mississippiensis)
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
©2007 kelly angard
The creative mind plays with the object it loves.
- Carl Gustav Jung
original pen & ink illustration here