this is a family portrait we are treading that path altogether. Somehow the wind thought we ought to be there at this very time, here, altogether: five of us, specks of dust on a silver screen. Beings pushed around, running left to right through the platform of this old game called life. xxx, Noémie.
as the sun disappeared behind the horizon the clouds make way, scattered set the sky ablaze, sun.
This is...a flashback,slice of a previous life.from a time way backwhen I was around 10sharing apricotswith dear lama Purtse. ‘lama apricots’that’s how we called him.he practiced his whole lifewith the same certaintyalone or with plenty,he was always there,diligentlydedicating his lifeto the three sacred jewels:the Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.I remember him fondly:apricots, dharma and consistency. Lama Purdse … Continue reading Lama apricots
give up your idols they're no longer needed but carve your own path out of the driftwood given to you, freely. that's all there is to it. that's all there is to it. ~~~ An owl appearing out of a piece of driftwood I was carving... xxx, Noémie.
How do you measure a dream? In feet, grams, litres, brush strokes? Meters of films stashed somewhere? Dancing quietly upstream, With the sharp eyes of an hawk, Storm of meteor showers. How do you measure life, then? Do you count every in breath? Mile stones, friends, foes, tales or wealth? Count their blessings up to … Continue reading From the ashes you will rise
I really thought that was the end of that. But clearly I was wrong. No signs, no evidence. Just shreds of paper. I could hear the unmistakable sounds... right above my head. One of the dogs could hear it too, even though she chose to ignore it. Maybe it’s the best way? Ignore it and … Continue reading Never really there.
May has vanished in a flash. She's disappeared. Gone. Like that. Nesting birds Lost in thoughts The garden still needs cleaning.
~"There were dragons when I was a boy..." (How To Train Your Dragon, Cressida Cowell) I feel like I have been bathing in the Dragon Energy for quiet some time now. The Chinese horoscope animal is the Pig this year, but not in my house. This year we came full circle with dragons... Dragons have been a … Continue reading Do you believe in Dragons?
On my workshops I often share with the attendees how much I like the Rudyard Kipling story, The Cat That Walked By Himself, from Oh So Stories. you can read it Here. This story is in a similar vein, but from Zimbabwe. It does encapsulate cats very well too... This is dedicated to all Women, … Continue reading A Cat Story…
Sometimes beauty can be found in very unlikely places... Like a contaminated junk yard in South East London... I am fascinated by how Nature reclaims spaces : A flower growing through the cracks of the pavement, vines taking over old buildings. I once saw two tall sycamore trees growing right outside the windows of an … Continue reading Ten