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Over the course of October, the length of the day rapidly decreases by 4:26 hours, implying an average day-over-day decrease of 8.6 minutes.
The shortest day of the month is October 31 with 6:39 hours of daylight,
Our journey in Norway began in October 23rd ending November 5th. By that time, the average daylight was less then six hours.
With only six hours of daylight, and considering the many early morning rainy days that we had, sightseeing was limited from mid morning to mid afternoon.
Image taken mid afternoon in Kaldfjord, a village at the southeastern end of the Kadfjorden in the municipality of Tromso in Troms county, Norway.
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Gemma
Copyright ©Maria Gemma June, 2015
As the photo name implies, this one is from near Cheyenne, Wyoming. For those of you who may be familiar with the work of C.J. Box, the scene in this photo is near the setting of some of his books. If you view the photo on a desktop or laptop monitor rather than on a cell phone monitor you can actually tell that there are horses in the photo. 😊
Quote Of The Day:
"The fatal attraction of government is that it allows busybodies to impose decisions on others without paying any price themselves. That enables them to act as if there were no price, even when there are ruinous prices -- paid by others." Thomas Sowell (1930- )
The carnation as an official Mother’s Day flower gained widespread fame when Anna Jarvis, commonly known as the “founder” of the modern Mother’s Day, distributed hundreds of white carnations when she first officially celebrated this day in the United States in 1908. Carnations were her flower of choice because they were her mother’s favourite blooms.
White Carnation Meaning
White carnations say, “I love you and miss your presence.”
On Mother’s Day, white carnations are worn to honour mothers who have passed away. But that trend is gradually changing. White carnations are now also worn by people whose mothers live a long distance away in different cities or countries. This Mother’s Day, when you want to remind mum how much you miss her presence, choose a bouquet featuring white carnations.
Red Carnation Meaning
Red carnations say, “My love and admiration for you knows no bounds.”
Red carnations are a symbol of deep love and life, making them the best flowers to send when you want to honour your partner, spouse, or the special lady in your life on Mother’s Day. Light red carnations evoke admiration while dark red carnations imply love and affection.
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As its common name implies, the blue morpho butterfly’s wings are bright blue, edged with black. The blue morpho is among the largest butterflies in the world, with wings spanning from five to eight inches. Their vivid, iridescent blue coloring is a result of the microscopic scales on the backs of their wings, which reflect light. The underside of the morpho’s wings, on the other hand, is a dull brown color with many eyespots, providing camouflage against predators such as birds and insects when its wings are closed. When the blue morpho flies, the contrasting bright blue and dull brown colors flash, making it look like the morpho is appearing and disappearing.
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Thanks for your visit and taking the time to COMMENT so I can visit your photos, too... very much appreciated! My apologies if I cannot reply to all the comments. Have a great day!
La Ceja, Colombia; Central Andes; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Momotus aequatorialis (Andean motmot / Barranquero)
The Andean Motmot, as the English name implies, is the Andean representative of the "Blue-crowned Motmot" complex. For many years, all members of this group were considered to be conspecific, but this group now is reclassified as representing five different species. The Andean Motmot occurs in humid montane forests of the Andes mountains of South America, from Colombia south to Bolivia. Andean motmot is a big bird about 50 cm from beak to tail.
These birds often sit still, and in their dense forest habitat can be difficult to see, despite their size. They eat small prey such as insects and lizards, and will also regularly take fruit.
La Ceja, Colombia; Central Andes; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Momotus aequatorialis (Andean motmot / Barranquero)
The Andean Motmot, as the English name implies, is the Andean representative of the "Blue-crowned Motmot" complex. For many years, all members of this group were considered to be conspecific, but this group now is reclassified as representing five different species. The Andean Motmot occurs in humid montane forests of the Andes mountains of South America, from Colombia south to Bolivia. Andean motmot is a big bird about 50 cm from beak to tail.
These birds often sit still, and in their dense forest habitat can be difficult to see, despite their size. They eat small prey such as insects and lizards, and will also regularly take fruit.
As the name implies, the black-crowned night heron, Nycticorax nycticorax, is among the late risers of the avian world. If the early bird is truly the one that gets the worm, then the night heron would be in trouble.
Toward evening, the black-crowned night heron leaves its roost to begin foraging, and continues to hunt until first light. The night-owl lifestyle allows it to find food at a time of day when there's little competition. On the menu: fish, shrimp, mussels, leaches, rodents, snakes, frogs, bird, eggs, carrion and garbage. Garbage.
The black-crowned is the most widespread heron in the world, with a range that spans five continents. In the western hemisphere, it can be found in the northern extremes of Canada to Cape Horn in South America. In places, it's a migratory bird; in others, including South Florida, it's a year-round resident. It's a common sight in and near wetlands and open water, perched in trees, stalking prey in shallows and mud flats or in flight.
It’s a stocky bird, with a short neck for a heron. They go about two feet long, with a wingspan of nearly four feet. The body is grayish, blue-black on top with long, white plumes. Juveniles are brownish gray.
I found this one along Peavine Road in Osceola County, Florida.
The Seven Sisters
Norway's most famous fjord is also home to arguably its most famous waterfall. Or more accurately, waterfalls. As its name implies, the Seven Sisters (De syv søstrene) is actually seven separate streams of water tumbling down the steep side of the Geirangerfjord.
Most of Norway's waterfalls look different depending on season, none more so than the Seven Sisters. For one thing, there can be more or less than seven waterfalls depending on the time of year and recent weather!
We were unlucky on the day has it had not rain for a few day's, How about that no rain for a few day's in Norway.
Information by Wikipedia.
Texture's and effect's by William Walton & Topaz.
The Warner, and as the name implies, built by Warner Brothers and opened in August of 1931, ninety years ago, almost to the day. Built in the beautiful art deco style of the period it stands elegantly today as a landmark of the bygone days of yesteryear. Although I've not been inside as yet, but from the photos I've seen it still has that magnificent charm and classic style of what some of us remember what movie theaters were like from our past. Somewhat ornate and decadent, and very unlike today's utilitarian plain walls and ceilings boxes with rows of chairs that forces your gaze on thirty feet of screen.
From what little research I've done so far, the Warner has had it's share of ups and downs over the years. And only by virtue of some local concerned citizens was it saved from complete demolition, and now has been faithfully restored in all it's splendor.
Remember, 1931 was depression years, and I can only wonder how many people back then would scrape some money together, and see a show, and try to get out of the abysmal state of mind that many were in, albeit for only a few hours. And through the actors and actresses, they would live vicariously for those brief moments of maybe better times.
With musical, musical comedies, dancing, viewing good times, frivolous, happy times while in their real world, life was less than good, and nor was the prognosis for their futures. But a show for them was a step out of reality, a bit of a catharsis, if you could afford the few coins it took to experience it.
What is the future for movies and movie theaters today? The advent of television was supposed to have killed them, but it really didn't seem to. Will the fools in Hollywood who have vociferously expressed their political beliefs be the final nail, or will it be Netflix, or good old covid? I suppose only time will tell.
Always adore the implied motion in trees, this beech seems to be throwing some moves to a tune only it knows. Taken on a very cold morning in Keepershill Wood, Buckinghamshire
The white heron or kotuku is well-loved by the New Zealand people, but it is rarely seen except by those who specifically seek it out. Its sole New Zealand breeding site near Okarito Lagoon in Westland is well-known and well-protected, but elsewhere it is 'He kotuku rerenga tahi' or the bird of single flight, implying something seen perhaps once in a lifetime. When seen in close proximity it is a magnificent bird, with its large size and clean white plumage.
A large white heron with a long yellow bill, long dark legs and a very long neck. When breeding, the bill becomes grey-black and long filamentous plumes develop, mainly on the back. In flight, the white heron tucks its head back into its shoulders so that the length of its neck is hidden, giving it a hunched appearance. When walking, the white heron has an elegant upright stance showing the extreme length of its neck.
The Term "Domestic Housewife" Implies That The Are Feral Housewives, And That Is Why I Am Armed When I Go Grocery Shopping.
Implied softness in this processing by pulling back on the Texture Slider in RAW plus a few other techniques. I actually opened a new layer and used the Raw filter then chose the blending mode that suited it best from my point of view. Then used a layer mask and painted in a few areas where I wanted to keep a little more detail.
Pap of Glencoe from Ballachulish roundabout.
This SCIAVO Intense Lipstick is exactly what its name implies. When you add shine or intensity to your lips, it creates a shimmery finish on the lips. It also visually makes them look bigger than they are. For women who have very small lips, this intense lipstick can be a great fit.
The SCIAVO Intense Lipstick fatpack set features a broad range of colors including 3 separate color hue ranges of reds, browns, pinks, and lavenders - all that reflect light, adding gorgeous shimmering highlights to your kissable lips.
It is compatible with Lel EVO X and Lelutka Evolution heads.
For the Swank Events August '22 Around the World venue I also am adorning Heartsdale Jewelry's [HJ] Abigail Collection Necklace for added sparkle.
Landmark:
The Warner, in Torrington, CT, and as the name implies, built by Warner Brothers and opened in August of 1931, ninety years ago, almost to the day. Built in the beautiful art deco style of the period it stands elegantly today as a landmark of the bygone days of yesteryear. Although I've not been inside as yet, but from the photos I've seen it still has that magnificent charm and classic style of what some of us remember what movie theaters were like from our past. Somewhat ornate and decadent, and very unlike today's utilitarian plain walls and ceilings boxes with rows of chairs that forces your gaze on thirty feet of screen.
From what little research I've done so far, the Warner has had it's share of ups and downs over the years. And only by virtue of some local concerned citizens was it saved from complete demolition, and now has been faithfully restored in all it's splendor.
Remember, 1931 was depression years, and I can only wonder how many people back then would scrape some money together, and see a show, and try to get out of the abysmal state of mind that many were in, albeit for only a few hours. And through the actors and actresses, they would live vicariously for those brief moments of maybe better times.
With musical, musical comedies, dancing, viewing good times, frivolous, happy times while in their real world, life was less than good, and nor was the prognosis for their futures. But a show for them was a step out of reality, a bit of a catharsis, if you could afford the few coins it took to experience it.
What is the future for movies and movie theaters today? The advent of television was supposed to have killed them, but it really didn't seem to. Will the fools in Hollywood who have vociferously expressed their political beliefs be the final nail, or will it be Netflix, or good old covid? I suppose only time will tell.
The Warner, in Torrington, CT, and as the name implies, built by Warner Brothers and opened in August of 1931, ninety years ago, almost to the day. Built in the beautiful art deco style of the period it stands elegantly today as a landmark of the bygone days of yesteryear. Although I've not been inside as yet, but from the photos I've seen it still has that magnificent charm and classic style of what some of us remember what movie theaters were like from our past. Somewhat ornate and decadent, and very unlike today's utilitarian plain walls and ceilings boxes with rows of chairs that forces your gaze on thirty feet of screen.
From what little research I've done so far, the Warner has had it's share of ups and downs over the years. And only by virtue of some local concerned citizens was it saved from complete demolition, and now has been faithfully restored in all it's splendor.
Remember, 1931 was depression years, and I can only wonder how many people back then would scrape some money together, and see a show, and try to get out of the abysmal state of mind that many were in, albeit for only a few hours. And through the actors and actresses, they would live vicariously for those brief moments of maybe better times.
With musical, musical comedies, dancing, viewing good times, frivolous, happy times while in their real world, life was less than good, and nor was the prognosis for their futures. But a show for them was a step out of reality, a bit of a catharsis, if you could afford the few coins it took to experience it.
What is the future for movies and movie theaters today? The advent of television was supposed to have killed them, but it really didn't seem to. Will the fools in Hollywood who have vociferously expressed their political beliefs be the final nail, or will it be Netflix, or good old covid? I suppose only time will tell.
As the name implies, this is a hike with near endless views. Grand View Point is the southern-most spot on Canyonland’s high mesa, the Island in the Sky. Laid out below is a complex network of canyons carved by the converging Colorado and Green Rivers. This 2-mile round trip hike leaves from Grand View Overlook and travels down the mesa’s edge for as far as you can go without running out of real estate.
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Don't worry, the title doesn't imply that I'm megalomaniac. In fact, the exact opposite is true.
From time to time, I read in the comments about one photo or another that this particular photo reminds the beholder of a painting by Claude Monet (for instance). These could be pictures like this one.
The same thing happens with photos I took in my beloved Elbe Sandstone Mountains. Only here, it's Caspar David Friedrich with whom the photo is being compared. And when it comes to sunflowers, Vincent Van Gogh comes into play.
Of course, I'm always delighted by this comparison. And yet, it's fundamentally unfair.
Because these painters (or other artists) didn't just invent such masterpieces. No, they were inspired by the master of all masters, nature itself.
If nature weren't willing to bless us with such splendor and beauty, none of these famous (and incredibly expensive) works of art would ever have been created.
And so, rather than feeling intoxicated by comparisons with big names, I feel grateful and awed by the wonders I'm allowed to capture in my photographs.
And with that, I wish you all a wonderful Monday and an enriching week.
Keine Sorge, der Titel impliziert keineswegs, dass ich dem Größenwahn verfallen bin. Stattdessen ist genau das Gegenteil der Fall.
Von Zeit zu Zeit passiert es, dass ich bei dem ein oder anderen Foto in dem Kommentaren lese, dass eben dieses Foto den Betrachter an ein Gemälde von Cllaude Monet (zum Beispiel) erinnern würde. Das könnten dann Bilder, wie dieses hier sein.
Gleiches passiert bei Aufnahmen, die ich in meinem geliebten Elbsandsteingebirge gemacht habe. Nur dass es hier Caspar David Friedrich ist, mit dem das Foto verglichen wird. Bei Sonnenblumen kommt dann eben
Vin-cent van Gogh ins Spiel.
Ich freue mich natürlich jedes einzelne Mal sehr, über diesen Vergleich. Und trotzdem ist er im Grunde nicht gerecht.
Denn auch diese Maler (oder auch andere Künstler) haben sich derartige Meisterwerke nicht einfach ausgedacht. Nein, sie wurden inspiriert vom Meister aller Meister, der Natur höchstselbst.
Wäre die Natur nicht bereit uns mit solcher Pracht und Schönheit zu beschenken, wäre keines dieser berühmten (und so unfassbar teuren) Kunstwerke je entstanden.
Und so fühle ich mich nicht vom Vergleich mit großen Namen berauscht, sondern dankbar und ehrfürchtig vor den Wundern, die ich in meinen Fotografien festhalten darf.
Und damit wünsche ich Euch allen einen wunderschönen Mo(h)ntag und eine bereichernde Woche.
© Dan McCabe
How can I improve this photo? All CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome. Note: I place a watermark in my photos to protect my intellectual property. This is intentional.
Painted Hills are a landscape of alternating bands of red and tan rocks,
The Painted Hills of Oregon are a part of the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument, which, as the name implies, are home to a variety of fossils.
But finding fossils takes work. That is not the case with the Painted Hills, although you do have to travel for several miles on back-roads. That said, the drive is pretty easy.
This panorama is a composite of nine 35 Mpix photos.
A wider take on the same scene can be viewed in the first comment box below. I remember vividly the sparkles in the snow in the bright sunlight and the extreme cold on this day (-30C).
- Rosa's Garden of Earthly Delights, Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
Thank you very much for choosing my photo as your group cover! I am truly honored. :)
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Moosehead Lake is the largest lake in the State of Maine. The southern end is in Greenville. It sits at the southern side of a very large forest which was largely owned by paper companies act one time. This is a sunset taken in mid-July. (image M1A1427) Please also visit: acadiamagic.com.
NOTE: All images are Copyrighted by Greg A. Hartford. No rights to use are given or implied to the viewer. All rights of ownership and use remain with the copyright owner.
.............Bluejay ........giving me a look that clearly implies that I have invaded his space.
Species #38 Hilltop count
As their name implies here in Maine, these flowers are very common along the coast. They are quite tolerant on salty sea spray.
Rosa rugosa (rugosa rose, beach rose, Japanese rose, Ramanas rose, or letchberry) is a species of rose native to eastern Asia, in northeastern China, Japan, Korea and southeastern Siberia, where it grows on beach coasts, often on sand dunes. It should not be confused with Rosa multiflora, which is also known as "Japanese rose". The Latin word "rugosa" means "wrinkled", referring to the wrinkled leaves.[Wikipedia]
Salmon Pools Trail, Chéticamp Campground, Cape Breton National Park, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada
I especially enjoy images with leading lines and implied depth. I enjoy seeing them taken by others, and in creating my own. Hiking is naturally filled with such images but not all trails imply depth or have a trail that leads to a conclusion that can be configured to have good composition and steer the viewer into (and not out of) the image. I hope you enjoy these recent images. All include roads, rivers or trails that carry the eye into the distance.
After traveling thousands of miles in search of fall colors i kept thinking that i have to find these in my own neighborhood. the big problem is, we don't have a fall season here in Miami. so what, everything is possible. we do have a concrete jungle here in Miami. so the other night i found some. this is as close as we gonna get and good news is miami's fall season can happen any time of the year.
my photos are available on my website .
NOTE: All images are Copyrighted by Asad Gilani. No rights to use are given or implied to the viewer. All rights of ownership and use remain with the copyright own.
This panorama shows the far eastern side of Sebec Lake in Sebec, Maine shortly after the autumn peak. This view is from the bridge in the center of town looking west. I did digitally remove a few bright green and red posts in the water from this version that ruined the peaceful appearance. Please also visit: www.acadiamagic.com/.
NOTE: All images are Copyrighted by Greg A. Hartford. No rights to use are given or implied to the viewer. All rights of ownership and use remain with the copyright owner.
This autumn image was taken at the old Knowlton Mill location in East Sangerville, Maine. (image M1A5386) Please also visit: acadiamagic.com.
NOTE: All images are Copyrighted by Greg A. Hartford. No rights to use are given or implied to the viewer. All rights of ownership and use remain with the copyright owner.
Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope implies a certain amount of despair, wanting, wishing, suffering or perseverance — i.e., believing that a better or positive outcome is possible even when there is some evidence to the contrary.
remember how she said that we would meet again
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i was inspired by pink floyd -- as i tend to be! -- and decided to portray my interpretation of "vera".
ok, i'm a dork who knows her stuff - vera is vera lynn, who was a singer during ww2. pink floyd (well, roger waters) is referring to her song "we'll meet again" when he asks, "remember how she said that we would meet again some sunny day?" in the film, pink (waters) loses his father in the war, someone he'll never meet again, as vera may have led him to believe. also, vera herself is a bit of an elusive character, since waters (pink) asks "what has become of you?" which implies that she, like her words, are no longer there, either not accessible or not applicable.
it's a sad feeling, because if you reject the belief that "we *will* meet again", you probably are left skeptical and feeling hopeless. in my photo, i tried to create that mood. the despondency, the heartache, the loss.. and it seems to me that those feelings would paint a pretty bleak picture of the future. even though MY vera has her eyes closed, she is not at peace with herself or her situation. instead, i'm having her revisiting memories, remembering the most beautiful times and reliving them over and over again. clinging to the blanket like she does to the past. lastly, i thought that with such a gloomy way of living/thinking, the pitchblack room save for the two floating lights was right on target... tiny lights, swallowed up in the sea of darkness and misery.
aaaand... that's me in the shawl blanket thing, perched atop the glass dining room table. you can't see the table, because it's glass, and the two green things are stone pillars that hold up the glass. i took all the chairs away from the table, switched off every light except for the three that hang from the ceiling over the table - those two (pictured) and another one that i cloned out because it was the closest to the camera, so bigger and kind of obstructive. i like these two little guys hanging out, hovering around me. it makes me look like princess leia :P
i'm actually really pleased with how this came out! pink floyd is my favorite band and i couldn't give them anything but (what i judge to be) my best.
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hmm. i'm really happy to explain all of the thoughts, plans, ideas, setting up the stage, etc. that go into my shots. of course i always have these silly mustache shots or grrrawrr clint shots, or just blah "look at my beautiful eyes and lips" close-up shots, but i really love when i try to create a scene. a mood. play a character, one who's real, who's been done a million times, or that i just make up as i go along. the most consistent compliment (at least, i think it is a compliment!) i get from you peeps and others who look at my portfolio is that i create a cast of characters, i put on a show for myself and the camera just happens to be there. i love using props, and i love paying tribute to my literary, artistic & musical heroes and heroines (and obama!), but only if i do it well. i do put an awful lot of pressure on myself, especially for tribute shots; i always end up thinking, well, thom yorke did it better! or whatever.. sometimes my safest bet is to aim for a certain style. noir, or vintage in general, outlandish, ethereal, surreal, rough/raw. i don't know what i'm talking about now, but i'm kind of having this renaissance with my 365... embracing it again, really excited about what i can do next and happy with what i've been doing.
(sorry, london, but you had some weeeeird effect on me! poo faces)
All our actions have consequences.
It is a phrase that makes me fall in love with it, perhaps because of its devastating meaning. We all undoubtedly remember an action that changed the course of our lives. Also the words that have been able to change our immediate future, just minutes after having expressed them.
They say that the value of the word has been lost; I have always understood that statement as meaning that the content has given way to the superfluous. However, for me, the word still has a sublime value. Possibly whoever reads these definitions, immediately, will be taken to some moment in his life where the very words drew a future with no possibility of returning to minutes before they came out of his mouth. I also believe that a large percentage of those who have just read this are thinking about a love relationship. It is not by chance, it is that we are beings that need to love. But to love deeply requires great courage. That implies losing ourselves in the other, with a very high gesture of understanding, of trust, of unlimited surrender. Therein lies the secret, the line that many of us cannot cross. What are those limits? The limits speak of leaving our shields behind, stripping ourselves of them until we are naked, without the absurd defenses of our greatest enemy in order to realize the divinity of surrender, our EGO. We understand the ego as an excessive overvaluation of ourselves. But there is more, Freud defines it as: a partially conscious part of the human personality that controls motility and mediates the three structures that (I defined them as our shields) the instincts of the ego, the ideals of the superego and the reality of the external world.
In order not to fall into psychological rhetoric, just in case the word "motility" does not have a correct translation, it means nothing more and nothing less than: the faculty to move, which living matter has as a response to certain stimuli.
Therein lies the center of the sacred or the divine. To use strong terms, but without any religious connotation, is there anything more sacred or divine than love? Is not the act of loving one of the greatest stimuli to which we are happily subjected?
I come back to the idea of being naked in front of the loved one. It takes a lot of Cojones, as the Spanish would say, to show our miseries, our weaknesses and why not, our worst secrets. It is there, where the basis of a true surrender of the soul begins to grow. Just as in war where, without a doubt, loyalty to our comrade in arms, to whom we give the place of guardian angel, happens the same as with the loved one.
At this point in my writing, I imagine that many of you are wondering what this is all about. I think that in order for you to understand the reason, I will ask: were those who have had the courage to leave their armor betrayed? As one who puts his chest, at the risk of receiving an accurate bullet, in the middle of the heart or in the opposite direction: have you neglected that being, who offered himself, gave himself and even sublimated your presence?
Without falling into mysticism, which in the end together with language collapse before an experience that transcends everything, I understand that everything is to be loved and to love.
Love in its pure state, although it has a lot of diffusion in movies, is not common to a great majority of people and to those who have come close enough, but have lost it, may nostalgia not cloud the search. For in addition to our ideals, our beliefs, often utopian, there is something we should not give up, we deserve to love and be loved in this way, here and now, in this life. My message to everyone, to those I consider my artist friends who have left me their best wishes for me, is this. To those who are lucky enough to feel that they have reached the great goal, my greatest and emotional congratulations and to those who are walking the path of possible encounter, much faith that surely on the same road in the opposite direction, there is also the one who goes in your search.
Todas nuestras acciones tienen consecuencias.
Es una frase que me enamora, tal vez por lo demoledor de su significado. Todos sin duda, recordamos una acción que cambió el rumbo de nuestras vidas. También las palabras dichas, que han sido capaces de modificar nuestro futuro inmediato, apenas minutos de haberlas expresadas.
Dicen, que el valor de la palabra se ha perdido, siempre he entendido esa afirmación, como que el contenido, dejo paso a lo superfluo. Sin embargo, para mí, la palabra sigue teniendo un valor sublime. Posiblemente quien lea estas definiciones, en forma inmediata, lo llevara a algún momento de su vida donde las mismísimas palabras dibujaron un futuro sin posibilidad de regresar a minutos antes de que las mismas salieran de sus bocas. También, creo, que a un gran porcentaje de quienes acaban de leer esto, estén pensando en alguna relación amorosa. No es casual, es que somos seres que necesitamos amar. Pero para amar profundamente se necesita de un gran valor. Eso implica perdernos en el otro, con un altísimo gesto de comprensión, de confianza, de entrega sin límites. Allí está el secreto, la línea a la cual muchos no podemos cruzar. ¿Cuáles son esos límites? Los limites, hablan de dejar nuestros escudos, despojarnos de ellos hasta quedar desnudos, sin defensas absurdas de nuestro mayor enemigo para concretar la divinidad de la entrega, nuestro EGO. Entendemos el ego, como una sobre valoración excesiva de nosotros mismos. Pero hay mas aún, Freud define el mismo como: parte parcialmente consciente de la personalidad humana que controla la motilidad y es mediadora de las tres estructuras que (las definí como nuestros escudos) instintos del ello, los ideales del superego y la realidad del mundo exterior.
Para no caer en retorica psicológica, por las dudas que la palabra “motilidad” no tenga una traducción correcta, significa nada mas ni nada menos que: la facultad de moverse, que tiene la materia viva como respuesta a ciertos estímulos.
Allí está el centro de lo sagrado o lo divino. Por usar términos fuertes, pero sin ninguna connotación religiosa. ¿Hay algo mas sagrado o divino que el amor? ¿Acaso, no es el acto de amar uno de los mayores estímulos, a los que felizmente estamos sometidos?
Vuelvo sobre la idea de estar desnudos frente al ser amado. Se necesita muchos Cojones, como dirían los españoles, para dejar ver nuestras miserias, nuestras debilidades y porque no, nuestros peores secretos. Es allí, donde comienza a crecer la base de una verdadera entrega del alma. Tal como en la guerra donde, sin duda, la lealtad a nuestro compañero de armas, a quien le otorgamos el lugar de ángel de la guarda, sucede lo mismo que con el ser amado.
A esta altura de mi escrito, imagino, que muchos se estarán preguntando a que viene todo esto. Creo que para que vosotros entiendan la razón, preguntaré: ¿fueron traicionados, quienes han tenido la valentía de dejar sus armaduras? Como quien pone su pecho, a riesgo de recibir un certero balazo, en medio del corazón o en sentido inverso: ¿han descuidado a ese ser, quien se ofreció, se entregó y hasta llego a sublimar vuestra presencia?
Sin caer en el misticismo, que en definitiva junto al lenguaje colapsan ante una experiencia que lo trasciende del todo, entiendo que ese todo, es ser amado y amar.
El amor en ese estado puro, aunque tenga mucha difusión en películas, no les es común a una gran mayoría de las personas y a las que se han acercado los suficiente, pero lo han perdido, qué la nostalgia no nuble la búsqueda. Pues además de nuestros ideales, nuestras creencias, muchas veces utópicas, hay algo a lo que no se debe claudicar, nos merecemos amar y ser amados de esa forma, aquí y ahora, en esta vida. Mi mensaje para todos, a los que considero mis amigos artistas quienes me han dejado escrito sus mejores deseos para mí, es este. A los que tienen la suerte de sentir que han logrado llegar a la gran meta, mi mayor y emotiva Felicitaciones y a los que están caminando por el sendero del posible encuentro, mucha fe que con seguridad en el mismo camino en sentido contrario, también esta quien va en tu búsqueda.
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“the sophiological tradition implies not the embrace of an elaborate theology so much as a way of life: a commitment to prayer, community, simplicity, solitude, artistic and vocational creativity, asceticism—all tested means in the Christian tradition for cultivating a wider love in relation to the world, or what monastic spirituality calls purity of heart, poverty of spirit.”
-Sophia The Hidden Christ of Thomas Merton, Christopher Pramuk