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Dans les profondeurs de la nuit
Dans les profondeurs de la nuit, même parmi les plus sombres, tout est paradoxalement plus clair, vibrant, vivant, signifiant. Et pas seulement dans le ciel étoilé. Nos voix intérieures, fébriles, s’entendent clairement…
Or, le jour venu, il n’en reste que des impressions évanescentes, fuyantes, insaisissables. Pourtant, ce sont impressions fugitives qui illumineront le chemin que nous emprunterons dans le torrent de notre vie...
Patrice photographiste, Le monde de Poësia, Chronique des Terres intérieures
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In the depths of the night (redux)
In the depths of the night, even among the darkest, everything is paradoxically clearer, vibrant, alive, and meaningful. And not just in the starry sky. Our feverish inner voices can be heard clearly...
But when the day comes, all that remains is evanescent, elusive, vanishing impressions. Even so, these are fleeting impressions that will illuminate the path we will take in the torrent of our life ...
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Patrice photographiste, The Lands of Poësia, InnerLands Chronicles
Tahoma/Mount Rainier in the clouds, taken from the Crystal Mountain Trail at about 6800 feet/2070 meters) elevation
"Go to the mountains", the voice softly whispered in my head as I slipped from sleep into semi-consciousness at the insistent ringing of my hiking-day morning alarm. "But that's not what I had planned", I thought to myself, having selected a different hike the night before when I was preparing my gear and planning for the day's adventure.
"You should go to the mountains", the voice said again, more insistently this time, as I ate a quick breakfast, downed some coffee, and checked the weather to make sure the thunderstorms from Saturday afternoon were not making an appearance in Sunday's forecast. "But it will be so crowded at Mount Rainier National Park on a holiday weekend at the end of summer" I thought, pushing my rationale for having chosen a different hike.
Yet somehow I found myself checking the mountain weather forecast before I headed out, and as I drove to the trailhead, underneath the sounds of my selected playlist I could hear the words again, "Go to the mountains".
The weather did not look promising as I made my way south and east, watching the mountains draped in a thick layer of cloud cover. I stubbornly protested to that voice in my head that Tahoma probably wouldn't be visible anyway. "That doesn't matter, it's about being there" the voice replied, and after only the briefest hesitation I drove past the turnoff to the lake trail that had been my original destination, and headed toward the mountains.
Knowing it would be overcrowded at the National Park, I quickly ran through other trail options in my head, and decided to head out to Crystal Mountain. A ski resort in the winter, it lies adjacent to the National Park boundary and the Mount Rainier wilderness area, and provides access to hiking trails in the summer. Being past summer wildflower season I hoped the trails would not be busy, and fortunately that was the case.
Although Tahoma never fully emerged from the clouds, the joys of hiking for hours in near-solitude through expansive mountain views in every direction, glorious subalpine meadows, and two lovely and quiet alpine lakes (one of which I shared with only the birds, chipmunks, and insects), filled my soul with all those things I hadn't consciously realized I was needing...and my mind with gratitude for inner voices that speak when we need them to give us a nudge in the right direction.
"If you are quiet enough you will hear the flow of the Universe...."
Big Buddha in Tian Tan, Lantau, Hong Kong, really impressive!
Have a nice day!
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For Sliders Sunday Group - Another selection of cards from the Osho Zen tarot deck. The colors and designs in this deck are so visually beautiful and lush.
Take time to listen to you inner voice and practice stillness as you hear this quiet two minute original song or hymn if you like. Follow the flame and find your heart. Namaste Blessings
This is link to another amazing song too -https://flic.kr/p/2gv6uaq
Ask Alexa, Siri or Spotify to play you the music of
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Ask Spotify, Alexa, or Siri to stream music by
JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND -- (use all 3 names)
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others
Jonathan Swift
model by Kuoma-stock
texture magic veil and heavenly light
On Explore! December 18, 2007! #303
Thank you very much to all of you my dear Flickr friends for your so kind comments!!!
Pull one of these roots… you’ll extract all of them! It’s the same thing when I enter in communication with my Inner Root… I enter in communication with the Inner Root of all of you… that gives me access to a network of Inner Roots endless! So for those who are worry that I becomes a big head… you’ve to know that your Roots takes care of me against my ego… againts the sense that I could give to my own value! :)))
Tirez sur une seule de ces racines… vous les arracherez toutes…!!!
Il se produit la même chose lorsque j’entre en communication avec la Racine intérieure de mon être… j’entre en communication avec la Racine intérieure de tous vos êtres… ce qui me donne accès à un réseau de racines interminable! Alors pour ceux qui s’inquiètent que je m’enfle la tête… sachez que vos Racines se chargent de me protéger contre mon égo… contre le sens que je pourrais donner à ma valeur propre!!! :)))
Inner Voice… Hang Drum TheArtOfFusion… This video was made in the highlands of Scotl! The song "Inner Voice" is the first part of a trilogy composed in the traditional japanese akebono scale!... Beautiful!!! :)))
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Monday, January 16th, 2017
Burning Not Good Enough
My image this week explores my personal journey this year of banishing the "not good enough" voice that resides in my head. That damn voice dictates so much of who I am, what I do, and how I show up in the world. I actually have an appointment to see my therapist this week to start addressing the issue in earnest... and this image is a symbolic start to this process. I hope to share this very personal journey with all of you through my photography and my writing. What words would you burn? What does your inner voice say to you?
(FYI: this image didn't meet the requirements for the Macro Monday group, so I uploaded a different image.)
One daylight LED and five LED spotlights in a dark room; raw conversion in macOS High Sierra photo editor.
I always enjoy viewing 'Our Angel' in the garden. I feel that it gives me balance when I focus on him and encourages me to expand my personal visions and awareness.
It is always important to follow your own path and be guided by that inner voice. I have uncovered some remarkable people on Flickr over the last few weeks, because of the Covid-19 situation, who are uniquely inspiring and creative. 'Thank You, To All of You.
Please keep safe, protected, well & inspired.
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
I would like to thank everyone who takes an interest in my work. I am truly grateful and appreciate your ongoing support and positive feedback. Please take good care of yourselves in these uncertain times. Keep well, safe & inspired.
Kind regards, Sophie.
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Sometimes I simply choke while out with the camera. I head off with best intentions, usually;ly based on an urge to be creative. But for whatever reason things just don't work out for me. We've all been there. You download your photos to the computer, and one after another they are a total disappointment. For me it's often a good concept that just wasn't realized; lighting was off; good compositions but everything just looked flat. Or maybe great lighting but crappy compositions. Perhaps I allowed myself to be distracted during the session (a sure-fire way for my photos to suffer). Then there are days which are pure magic, and these are the ones I live for. Everything just seems effortless. I move from scene to scene and it all just falls into place. Lighting, compositions, inspiration, creativity, all feed one another. I had such a day last December. But as is sometimes the case I didn't fully appreciate it until much later. That's why I've learned not to get too judgmental during the actual session. If I base decisions on how things feel in the moment, I might cut short what could turn out to be a very productive session. The point is you just never know until you review your results. This image was a grab shot taken not long after I had set out that morning. Camera was slung over my shoulder as I walked along with no intent on taking photos along the way. Suddenly I just stopped and looked around (happens all the time, I never know why but I've learned to heed my instincts). This is the scene I captured, full of detail, depth, texture. The composition looking simultaneously random and well planned...the environment and feeling of the moment perfectly preserved. On this day, even the throwaway shots helped tell the story. Days like this really help compensate for the dud sessions.
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Do you know that feeling when everything around you is pulling you in a certain direction
and than there's a little voice inside that's telling you it's not the right time to move yet.
It's making you stand still and refusing you to move the way everything wants you to move...
I think we should try and listen more to our intuition
and less to what the world around us thinks we should do!
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90/365
Had an awesome day yesterday!
After doing a project together I finally met with Pieter & Marcel!
And we had so much fun doing this shot and chatting all afternoon!
Thanks guys for a great meetup!
The idea behind this shot - Rebirth- is leaving your old self, the way you are behind and finding a new path.
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A couple holding hands and sitting by the lotus flower shaped light sculpture under the star sky in Lost Theory Festival 2015, Deringaj, Gracac, Croatia. Seeing and feeling the powerful energy of the couple this close, as the light behind them was changing the colours just took my breath away. Witnessing this moment and being able to capture it just rocked my world.
“Years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand... sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here, silent all these years...”
- Tori Amos quotes
One more from my Taj visit..
What we need is more than mere poetry,
a stillness that wraps gently around the heart, fewer facts, more tenderness,
and kisses that linger softly on the lips,
unexpected, like an embrace in the quiet night.
We deserve a love that surrounds us,
a warmth as true as the light of dawn,
wrapped in intentions pure and clear,
in nights that cradle us in peace,
in mornings that awake with joy.
What we want is less than everything,
yet it is everything when the music plays,
the song our hearts have been quietly singing all along.
Look forward to the day when love finds you,
just as you give it to the world.
© 2024 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Can you hear it? Do you ever get a chill when you hear the call of geese and see that 'V' formation in the sky? They are following an ancient instinct that leads them unerringly on their journey as they migrate to better climates. Have you ever heard that quiet voice in your own heart, giving direction through the confusing choices of life? Listen....can you hear it? Follow your heart...
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"Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once."
~ Johann Kaspar Lavater ~
"You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself."
~ Alan Alda ~
"An artist's instinct is more refined than the typical mortal's."
~ Holden Rinehart ~
Intuition, like life, flows.
It's not fixed, static, rigid,
or even "right." It simply
reveals, moment to moment,
what is true for now. As the
moments change, so
does your inner voice. Listening
to it is like learning to surf. Feel
the waves of life come toward you,
and then use your intuition to ride
them with grace.
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You promised me love, eternal and true, A bond that would never fade from view. But you left, slipping through time’s embrace,
Into a world I cannot trace. A realm unseen, where shadows fall,
Where silence speaks, and dreams recall. You walk a path I cannot see,
Yet still, your love stays close to me. In every star that lights the night,
In every whisper, soft and bright,
I feel your presence, though you're gone, Like a fading echo, still lives on. I search for you in every breeze, In the rustling leaves of ancient trees. And though the world has changed its face, Your love remains, my sacred place.
For love, once given, cannot die, It lingers on, beyond the sky.
You promised me love for all of time, And in my heart, it still will climb.
Even in a world unseen, where I can't follow, still I dream,
That love for eternity will never part, For you are always here, in my heart.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
copyright 2012 M. Fleur-Ange Lamothe I took all these bird photos in 3 minutes and 15 seconds_don't you just love digital?!
"Add color to your life, and remember that everything you do is of importance."
Ted Andrews
British postcard by NT (National Theatre). Photo: Alastair Muir. Ralph Richardson in the stage production of Inner Voices (1983) by Eduardo de Filippo at the Lyttelton Theatre.
English actor Sir Ralph David Richardson (1902– 1983) was one of the theatrical knights of the 20th century. Though more closely associated with the theater, he appeared over a period of 50 years in such film classics as The Fallen Idol (1948), Doctor Zhivago (1965), and Greystoke (1984).
Ralph Richardson was born in Cheltenham, England, in 1902. He was the third son and youngest child of Arthur Richardson, a master at the Ladies' College and his wife Lydia née Russell. When he was a baby, his mother left his father and took him with her to Gloucester, where he was brought up in the Roman Catholic faith of his mother (his father and brothers were Quakers). His father supported them with a small allowance. Lydia Richardson wished Ralph to become a priest. He was an altar boy in Brighton, and was sent to the Xavierian College, but he ran away from it. After working as an office boy for an insurance company, and later studying art, Richardson opted for a theatrical career. Aided by a small legacy from his grandmother, he paid a local theatrical manager ten shillings a week to be taught about acting. He began his acting career at age 18 in The Merchant of Venice (1921) and toured with Charles Doran's company for five seasons, gradually being promoted to larger parts. In September 1924, Richardson married the seventeen-year-old student actress Muriel Hewitt. Their marriage was childless but devoted. In 1925 he joined Sir Barry Jackson's Birmingham Repertory Company, where Richardson absorbed the influence of older contemporaries like Gerald du Maurier, and Mrs. Patrick Campbell. Richardson made his London début in July 1926 as the stranger in Oedipus at Colonus at a small theatre, followed by his West End début as Arthur Varwell in Yellow Sands which ran for 610 performances and from then to 1929 played in supporting roles in London productions. After touring in South Africa in 1929, he played two seasons at the Old Vic and two seasons at the Malvern summer theatre. He pursued the great character roles. His Old Vic roles included Caliban to the Prospero of John Gielgud, beginning a professional association and friendship that lasted for five decades. Richardson's other parts in the Old Vic seasons included Bottom in A Midsummer Night's Dream, Petruchio in The Taming of the Shrew, Henry V, Brutus in Julius Caesar, and Iago in Othello. In 1933 he made his film debut with a small part in the first British horror film of the sound era, The Ghoul (T. Hayes Hunter, 1933) starring Boris Karlof. He had a bigger part in the drama The King of Paris (Jack Raymond, 1934) starring Cedric Hardwicke. He had the leading part in the mystery The Return of Bulldog Drummond (Walter Summers, 1934) with Ann Todd. Richardson became an undisputed West End star as Clitterhouse in Barré Lyndon's comedy melodrama, The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse which ran for 492 performances from August 1936, and most of all as Johnson in J. B. Priestley's Johnson Over Jordan directed by Basil Dean, with music by Benjamin Britten. Richardson was engaged to play the role of Mercutio, replacing Orson Welles, in the 1934 Broadway production of Romeo and Juliet. Richardson's film appearances include the Sci-Fi film Things to Come (William Cameron Menzies, 1936) which H.G. Wells adapted for the screen from his own novel, The Citadel (King Vidor, 1938) starring Robert Donat, and the adventure film The Four Feathers (Zoltan Korda, 1939). Brian MacFarlane writes in the Encyclopaedia of British Cinema: “Never handsome, he was always going to be a limited leading man in films and his 1930s films tend to the eccentric or the character lead”.
During World War II Ralph Richardson served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, where he rose to the rank of Lieutenant-Commander. Richardson and Laurence Olivier were released from the armed forces in 1944 to run the Old Vic company as a triumvirate with the stage director John Burrell. The Old Vic theatre was out of use because of bomb damage, and the company moved to the New Theatre in St. Martin's Lane. During this period, Richardson gave some of his most noted performances, including Falstaff and Peer Gynt. He also directed Alec Guinness as Richard II. In 1945 Richardson and Olivier led the company in a tour of Germany, where they were seen by many thousands of servicemen; they also appeared at the Comédie Française in Paris. In 1942, his first wife Muriel Hewitt had contracted sleeping sickness and died after a long illness. Two years later Richardson married the actress Meriel Forbes, a member of the theatrical Forbes-Robertson family. They had one son, Charles David (1945–1998). Richardson starred in the thriller The Fallen Idol (Carol Reed, 1948) with Michèle Morgan. Brian MacFarlane: “perhaps his finest screen work, full of subtle, suppressed longing and pain”. A year later he appeared as Olivia de Havilland’s abusive father in The Heiress (William Wyler, 1949). This part resulted in his first nomination for an Academy Award as Best Supporting Actor. In 1952 he co-starred with Ann Todd in the romantic war drama The Sound Barrier (David Lean, 1952). For this role he won the BAFTA Award for Best British Actor, and was nominated for the BAFTA Award on another three occasions (his last being for Greystoke in 1984). That year he also played an English minister in the heartwarming drama The Holly and the Ivy (George More O'Ferrall, 1952) with Celia Johnson. In 1954 and 1955 Richardson played Dr. Watson in an American/BBC radio co-production of Sherlock Holmes stories, with Gielgud as Holmes and Orson Welles as the villainous Professor Moriarty. Richardson turned down the role of Estragon in Peter Hall's premiere of the English-language version of Waiting for Godot and later reproached himself for missing the chance to be in ‘the greatest play of my generation’. In the cinema he played Buckingham to Laurence Olivier's Richard in Richard III (Laurence Olivier, 1955). Richardson's Timon of Athens in his 1956 return to the Old Vic was well received, as was his Broadway appearance in The Waltz of the Toreadors for which he was nominated for a Tony Award in 1957. Also successful were the films Our Man in Havana (Carol Reed, 1959), starring Alec Guinness, and Exodus (Otto Preminger, 1960) starring Paul Newman.
In the 1960s, Ralph Richardson appeared successfully as Sir Peter Teazle in Gielgud's production of The School for Scandal, and the original production of Joe Orton's controversial farce What the Butler Saw in the West End at the Queen's Theatre in 1969 with Stanley Baxter. Richardson played Lord Emsworth on BBC television in dramatizations of P. G. Wodehouse's Blandings Castle stories, with his wife Meriel Forbes playing his domineering sister Connie, and his friend Stanley Holloway as his butler Beach. In 1963, Richardson won the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival for Long Day's Journey into Night (Sidney Lumet, 1962). Author Eugene O'Neill gives in this film an autobiographical account of his explosive homelife, fused by a morphine-addicted mother (Katherine Hepburn), and a father (Richardson) who wallows in drink after realising he is no longer a famous actor. Richardson also appeared in such film successes as Doctor Zhivago (David Lean, 1965), Oh! What a Lovely War (Richard Attenborough, 1969), and Battle of Britain (Guy Hamilton, 1969). In the 1970s, he appeared in the West End and with the National Theatre under Peter Hall's direction. In the cinema he played in O Lucky Man! (Lindsay Anderson, 1973), the TV Mini-Series Jesus of Nazareth (Franco Zeffirelli, 1977), and did a cameo appearance near the end of the Terry Gilliam film Time Bandits (1981). Also that same year, he appeared as Ulrich of Craggenmoor, the aging sorcerer who takes on an ancient dragon in the fantasy epic Dragonslayer (Matthew Robbins, 1981). Mike Cummings at AllMovie calls Richardson ‘one of his country's most celebrated eccentrics’: “Well into old age, he continued to enthrall audiences with his extraordinary acting skills - and to irritate neighbors with his noisy motorbike outings, sometimes with a parrot on his shoulder. He collected paintings, antiquities, and white mice.” However, Richardson continued his long stage association with John Gielgud, appearing together in two new works, David Storey's Home and Harold Pinter's No Man's Land. His last stage appearance was at the National in the lead role in Eduardo De Filippo's Inner Voices in June 1983. In the cinema he played the sixth Earl of Greystoke in Greystoke: The Legend of Tarzan, Lord of the Apes (Hugh Hudson, 1984), for which he was again nominated for an Academy Award. His last film appearance was in Give My Regards to Broad Street (Peter Webb, 1984), starring Paul McCartney. In 1983, Ralph Richardson died of a stroke, aged 80. Richardson was knighted in 1947, the first of his generation of actors to receive the accolade. He received Best Supporting Actor Oscar nominations for The Heiress and Greystoke, as well as New York Film Critics Circle and National Board of Review Awards for Best Actor for The Sound Barrier and another NYFCC Award for Best Supporting Actor" for Greystoke. His Oscar nomination, BAFTA nomination and NYFCC Award for Greystoke were all posthumous.
Sources: Brian McFarlane (Encyclopaedia of British Cinema), Mike Cummings (AllMovie), Britannica.com, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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Be still and find wisdom.
Take a timeout on your next walk in nature and listen to all that is around you the wind, the smell of earth, water, and the perfume of trees and flowers.
Hear the bird songs, the sound of the stream, the buzzing of bees. You don't have to do a yoga pose but sometime I do a bit of tai chi or simple breathing. It will bring you to that be here now moment which may not be inner peace but is a zen of being present to life. On this trail we walked mostly in the rain with the trees as our shelter. What might have been a damp cold time turned into some moments to cherish as all to soon we find ourselves back in the world of computers, artificial noise . Take time to smell the roses and the rain on your life's journey. Peace out.
PS For some great music ask Siri, Alexa, Spotify and Amazon to play music by JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND, use all 3 names.
Joyful fun and soulful too . Enjoy!