View allAll Photos Tagged lettinggo
painting on linen (painted over a methodical field covered in charcoal)
sold. permanent collection, pgh, pa.
i love photographing my little brother so much, even though he can be a pain in the butt.
today was my other brothers 16th birthday. for a few moments, i felt what it could be like to be a mom, and to watch your children grow up - they wont always need you, and sometimes they need time and space to grow into themselves. i cant imagine how hard that is. and even though my mom already let me go, i dont think that makes it any easier.
i feel like i will be a terrible mother, because i will love my children so much, ill never ever want to let them go, and ill never want them to know what it feels like to have everything you thought you knew fall down around you (p.s. im fine, that isnt in reference to anything in my life right now. just general).
facebook | formspring | blog | client website
May 7, 2011.
Life has always been about wearing the right thing, behaving right - it's always about living up to someone's expectations, always doing things for others..but when was the last time you did anything for yourself?
Right now my life is all in different pieces and everyone is trying to take one piece and mold it into what they want me to be. What I'm supposed to be. Who i am supposed to become. Which path I should go on.
Don't put bars on me yet, don't cage me with your silent persuasions.
I haven't felt the full warmth of freedom, the glorious sunlight burning my hair, the smell of the coldest air, the gentle brush of the wind against my face yet. I haven't been fully alone physically, though I have achieved this emotionally. That's the irony of life for you.
Let everything disappear in the blur of reality. Let the world pass by with speeding cars and traffic lights. Let the things that used to weigh you down, be released just like birds out of a cage. Let go.
Now flying home to Perth Australia.
"Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Divjw2a6trg
"WALKING AWAY
It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day –
A sunny day with leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled – since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away
Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.
That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature’s give-and-take – the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.
I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show –
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.
C. Day-Lewis
"Scar Tissue" by Kerli
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6m8KcfIYDIA
Turn my back to the door
Feel so much better now
Don't even try anymore
Nothing left to lose
There's a voice that's in the air
Saying don't look back nowhere
There's a voice that's always there
And I'll never be quite the same as I was before this
Part of you still remains, though it's out of focus
You're just somewhere that I've been
And I won't go back again
You're just somewhere that I've been
Breathing in, breathing out
Ain't that what it's all about?
Living life crazy loud
Like a girl's supposed to
No more words in my mouth
Nothing left to figure out
I don't think I'll ever undo
The scar tissue
That's the way I feel tonight
I can't just press delete
Expect the world to make it right
I know that no can do
Got to let the pain just hurt
Try to live and let it burn
Follow, watch the world keep turning
Yeah, and I'll never be like I was, the day I met you
Too naive, yes I was, that's why I let you in
Wear your memory like a stain
Can't erase or numb my pain
Here to stay with me forever
Breathing in, breathing out
Ain't that what it's all about?
Living life crazy loud
Like a girl's supposed to
No more words in my mouth
Nothing left to figure out
I don't think I'll ever undo
The scar tissue
One of these days I'll wake up from this bad dream I'm dreaming
One of these days I'll pray that I'll be over, over, over you
One of these days I'll realize, that I'm so tired of feeling confused
But for now, there's a reason that you're still here in my heart
Breathing in, breathing out
goodbye guilt...goodbye shame...goodbye fear...i don't need you anymore...
here's my new account: www.flickr.com/photos/annebloom/
and my website: www.annebloomfoto.com
and Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Anne-Bloom-Photography/62036996464...
and my other website: www.theopenmind.org
June 5, 2011.
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud
I still have so many things I want to say, things I want to clarify if they were true; things I want to ask. But there's no longer any chance to do any of those. Neither of us are going to make the first move, we're just going to leave it like this. Broken; unfinished; bewildering. Walking down different paths, pretending we both don't exist, casually acting like all the memories have managed to fade away. I've never been the kind to like loose knots. I want everything to be resolute with a proper ending to it. Maybe that explains why I'm unable to forget; not just yet. Time is supposed to help whisk away whatever memories I don't want to remember, people are supposed to walk into my life and introduce new memories, growing up is supposed to give me a whole new viewpoint of the past. I can't wait for that to happen, so I can close this final chapter that has remained unwritten for so long.
i have traveled many roads
rough, smooth, winding, straight
all along, for many a moment
i have carried with me thoughts
of what could be
only to realize that all these
have been weighing me down
and so allow me to stop for a moment
and let me take some load off my puny shoulders
allow me to learn how not to hold on
to what cannot be
allow me to learn how to let go
so that i can make room
for what is meant to be
There is a moment.
Quiet, brief, yet heavy.
The body stands at the edge, but the mind lingers.
A pause, where the heart grips the comfort of what is known, unwilling to let go.
Behind is the land, the safety of what has always been.
Ahead lies the unknown, vast, cold, calling.
The frozen lake stretches like an unanswered question.
To take that first step is not only to move the body but to confront the weight of leaving behind the familiar.
It is the final breath before the leap.
It is the ache of knowing that once you cross, there is no turning back.
And still, the feet remain planted for one more second.
" God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
Today was such a nice day, I could stand the idea of being contained inside. I was inspired to make this photo after all the positive reinforcement I've been getting from friends and family through some hard times these past couple weeks. I feel with each day is a little improvement and I will continue to keep my head up and continue to shoot, its the one thing that keeps my mind off everything that bugs me.
Sun is rising to greet us, Hear the call of the wild,
Look around at this new day, Like an Innocent Child,
Feel the world waking up now, Sacred circles complete
Like an African morning Feel the rhythm and beat.
Ma Ma hey Earth Spirit Hear you singing to me
Ma Ma hey Earth Spirit Sing to me sing to me.
Ba Ba hey loo O ma Let it be, Let it Be,
Ba Ba Hey loo O ma Come to me Come to me.
Sacred Circle of Dancers, Young and old, black and white
Sing a song for the new day. Giving thanks for the night.
Life is singing a new song Sacred circle's complete
Hear the song deep within you. Raise your hands, move your feet.
Like an African Morning, sun is rising anew
hear the song of the new day, life is calling for you.
Come give in to your passion, Time to live and let go.
Feel the power within you, It's the song of your so -oul!
An original song and video by me John William Hammond. Celebrate the life and love you bring into the world.
Ask Alexa, Siri or Spotify to play you the music of
JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND (use all 3 names) or visit my site at
johnwilliamhammond.bandcamp.com/?from=search&search_i...
flic.kr/p/2ng41ED Try this one too - Lots of Fun!
'{Lionsgate~ activated]'.
seen @ The Darkness event maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Zen%20Soul/136/131/24
...is not a bad thing...
sometimes, in order to move on and be happy again, we must learn to let go of that something or that someone we've been trying to hold on to for the longest time... *big hugs* to those who are hurting or trying to let go of... i know you can do it! ^^ xoxoxo :)
"letting go..."
"kiss the rain" series
crayons + markers on paper
2006 dec 2
© woolloomooloo / woolloomooloosky. all rights reserved.
"'Go on' I whisper as I unfold my hands towards the open sky. A single fuck escapes from my fingers, soaring gracefully into the cool air. "You're free now." I say. My last fuck has gone."
-anonymous
Appreciate the little things in you life, the taste of an apple, a cool breeze, the cry of a baby, the smell of leaves, the song of birds, the smiles of men, woman and children, Be present when you can. This song video was inspired by a beautiful day in the park. I wrote it long ago but the words are as true today as they were 30 or more years back. I hope you enjoy and share. Please if you like respond , If you like visit some of my other original music videos in my unique album. Here is a link to another one. Blessings.
Ask Alexa, Siri or Spotify to play you the music of
JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND (use all 3 names) or visit my site at johnwilliamhammond.bandcamp.com/?from=search&search_i...
Flckr Link below is for a beautiful nature video.flic.kr/p/2jv2dxD a flckr link to a beautiful nature music video of mine.
PS: BE a HERO- DONATE BLOOD, so easy and saves lives. Take less than an hour. Call a local Blood Bank.
Ask Spotify, Apple, Alexa and Amazon to play music by
JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND (use all 3 names) enjoy.
Let fear fall beautiful one
It is only a body inside you
Losing its shadowy dominion
Over your freedom
In this moment
As the entire universe holds you
With a love beyond
Your deepest imagination
That
Should you realize it
Your heart would cry an ocean
Of joy
Lift you above
The passing darkness
To be (t)here
Where there is no lack
No pain
No fear
No death
Lift your heart
And know it to be true
We are made for these times
We are here
Feeling the glorious height
and devastating depth
Of our own Beingness
The original photostock was a donated image by Rebecca Zama on "Unsplash" and these words came pouring out while I was staring at it. I love to swim and simply float and oftentimes meditating feels just like this, a kind of stillness and peace no matter what is going on around me.
It's how I navigated 6 years of intense medical treatments my late husband went through and all other kinds of storms We need to give attention to what is happening externally of course, but we also have the opportunity to dive into a deeper part of ourselves connected to such wonder and possibility Had I let fear rule my world, I would not have made love, travelled, sang, laughed and nurtured wonderful friendships or even started my Flickr site Let this be our focus to get us through this time We each have such glorious gifts to share. I added rendering effects to add resonance to how we and our feelings move as waves in a great Ocean.
If you have a practice already, keep going and if you don't, I recommend "Ancient Secrets of Success - The Four Truths Revealed", written by my Teacher and Mentor of 20 years., Tulshi Sen. My life and that of my husband went into a whole new gear when we let go of fearing what we would lose and embrace what is here available right now. My Flickr site is my testimony to this creative journey of profound self-discovery one courageous step at a time.
Keep singing and dancing and keeping good mental hygiene.
Love to you all.
This photo of me. Captured by my friend Ocatvia shares the story of my year... michelmjackson.com/?p=1432
and the toughest battles you will fight will be against invisible enemies..
whether you win the battle by holding on, or by letting go is completely upto you
I miss the moments I might have lived, and the dreams that were once so possible. I miss the absence of limitations, the horizon well within my grasp. I miss the abilities woven so deeply into my identity, my very sense of self. I miss many things from my before life.
Yet, if none of this had happened, I would have unknowingly missed the lessons I’ve learnt and my new view of the world. And so, I appreciate this for what it is - a learning experience.
(+ more in comments)
"I need to let go of this feeling. I shouldn't waste precious time dwelling on the past anymore. I did what I had to do. What had to happen has already happened. What remains to be done is for me to get a grip and go on with my life. The future awaits. I have to move on now." ~Raymond Carlos Abagat
January 5, 2010
Shades of Life
14/03/2023, Puerto de Las Palmas de Gran Canarias, Islas Canarias, Spain.
Cristian, a member of the busy mooring gang (Amarradores del Puerto) assisting with the departure of the Chinese reefer 'Hai Feng 896'.
I see him from time to time and we usually have a friendly chat. On this occasion he asked for me to take some shots of him, so I happily obliged.
if you'd like to read a poem I wrote to go with this series, please click here.
Part of the Set, Milkweed Mother. Read the dedication here
"Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you'll have it forever, real and eternal.
If any of you wants to serve me, then follow me. Then you'll be where I am, ready to serve at a moment's notice. The Father will honor and reward anyone who serves me."
60 days. 60 pictures. John 12:23-26.
my life means nothing unless it's His.
This is my long-exposure attempt without a tripod. Was able to fix the color for other shots but unfortunately other 20 came out very ‘shaky’. :-(
As 2019 closes, thoughts of new beginnings stream anew, meandering; encountering obstacles; redirecting. The path forward is unclear, but the water will find the way.
Sometimes letting go is the hardest thing imaginable......
Yet holding on is even harder.
Toni Sorenso
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
A tawny owl mother (Strix aluco), while ringing and releasing it and its owlets, which I have attended many springs now.
The species is commonly found in woodlands across Europe, as well as western Siberia, and has seven recognized subspecies.
(Kattugle-mor in Norwegian)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Feel free to follow my facebook photo page:
www.facebook.com/ranveigmariephotography/
Or my Instagram:
Happy Gorgeous Green Thursday
Surrender yourself to the Lord, and wait patiently for him.~ Psalm 37:7
Surrendering your life means:
· Following God’s lead without knowing where he’s sending you;
· Waiting for God’s timing without knowing when it will come;
· Expecting a miracle without knowing how God will provide;
· Trusting God’s purpose without understanding the circumstances
~ Rick Warren
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know
- John Denver
Generally my mind is full of words, bits of sentences, people speaking in broad accents, jumbled up with songs and images. But if someone asks me to depict my inner landscape (which I suppose is the same thing as a mindscape) everything goes completely blank, a white page or a white canvas.
So it was hard to think up a series of mindscapes for the Big Project. Then I saw a skyful of clouds, and when transferring them from my phone came across this quote I'd photographed from Isabel Allende's book which had spoken to me when I read it, and thought the quote and clouds might fit together. Whether they constitute a mindscape I'm not quite sure.
Altocumulus stratiformis perlucidus: a sign of a forthcoming storm