What a great topic for this weeks challenge. For me earth is something to be kind to whether it’s creating soil, creating micro climates or enjoying the land through all of our senses.
Matthew 5:5
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
Some say that boxing is a dance
Why don’t you have a dance with a flag
The dance of the light sabre
The spider often creates a dance of death to the prey but I don’t think it expected a peg to be launched within it’s web.
I love it when my garden receives garden gifts.
My definition of a garden gift is where plants grow when I haven’t planted them. The most common garden gifts are pumpkins and tomatoes.
Here are some of my acquired gifts
This pumpkin vine is just one of many which have sprouted from the compost
Asian Greens
Tromboncini Zucchini
I have to mention that this Tromboncini Zucchini vine died but came back to life and is now doing better than when it was first alive……I call it my Lazarus vine.
These are mango seeds that struck in my worm farm
And here are tomato plants
Garden gifts add a special spark to gardening and I am always grateful for the free food. I feel like it’s the way God had intended it.
I am a big advocate of having moments where I sit and doing nothing.
No, I am not lazy.
When I sit I am relaxed and I think, plan, regain lost energy, talk to God and soak in his presence as if I were bathing in love.
I have always been one to sit and ponder, to look at the beauty that surrounds me and not be caught up in unnecessary frenzy’s that seem to bother other people.
No, I am not arrogant.
I recognise that I do not function well when I am rushing here and there or when other people want to project their values onto me.
I look at this world and I see it rushing where everything is a race, tested, must have outcomes, must look a certain way, must be a certain way.
I stop amongst the busy crowd. I take my antenna of my head and walk beneath the noise.
Some are rushing through life from one thing to the next. My head gets dizzy when I think about it. Zoom, zoom, no time to enjoy. no time to take in the moment; just no time.
Is life meant to be this way?
Do you know why I sit without guilt? I sit because it would be an insult to God if I didn’t. This life is a gift and there are many things in this world that just don’t interest me. I am not interested maintaining an appearance of wealth. I don’t care if I have to wait for a bus or walk to a destination. What I care about is my health and that of my family. I care about being an artist and making sure this world is coloured by it. I care about looking out for the broken and undervalued. I care about listening to God and acting upon that rather than what I think is right. I care about guarding the slow pace and not getting caught up with silly drama’s.
So I sit and when I do the world still spins on its axis and life goes on. I didn’t need to save the world today, I just needed to show loving kindness to the people who live in it.
When I posted this pic on Facebook, one of my friends said that it reminded them of Edvard Munch’s The Scream
Yeah, okay
So, what are the rules when it comes to grief?
You might say there are none but guess again; according to some self-righteous people there are.
There are some people who feel it’s their obligation to write letters via Facebook or on paper to the grieving on how selfish they’re being. There are some who feel it’s their right to discuss, bitch and gossip about how the grieving are being dishonorable to the deceased because their actions of grief don’t measure up to the expert’s standard.
How long should a person grieve for? Perhaps a lifetime?
It comes in waves, over time. sometimes there’s anger or just deep sadness. sometimes there’s feeling of rejection. I’m not in the loop anymore; but was I ever? Sometimes it hits you unexpectedly and then sometimes you see it coming.
It’s a new way of living. It’s brings hidden inner strength. It brings an eventual breakdown. It brings a new way to do life. More is lost when the person dies. Is it innocence? You gain a broken spirit.
You think you are healed then someone else dies or you notice something on Facebook that makes you aware of the distance grief has caused.
Grief’s a Bitch
Last week I enjoyed an aimless walk around the lake. It was exhilarating and all my happy endorphin’s were exploding in my head giving me joy.
For years I have been a walker of aimless and purposeless pursuit and I have never felt guilty about it. Those were the times when I’d spend time with God, thinking, processing, unwinding, debriefing and relaxing.
It has always played an important part of my well-being and gives me a positive thing to do in slowing down in this fast paced world. When I think the pace of this world is maddening to extreme, I walk the human pace and meander through air partials and sun light or overcast. Natural sounds speak to me and my heart beat feels rested in the knowledge that everything is okay.
This frantic pace, this crazy world…..stuff you!!
I slow down and walk aimless; not everything needs to be organised and compartmentalized.
Pick your battles, choose what is important and organised your head to what is needed for your life, not others.
Not everything has to have purpose.
Inspired by this article
I started this post by going through pictures that remind me of the word vibrant. As I got to the third photograph I felt a dramatic shift and was wondering if it belonged in this post. I decided to leave it as the story of it truly inspires me and makes me think deeply of my own faith. Here’s to vibrant emotions, thoughts and sights.
Feeling vibrant in our wedding attire
I love the vibrant colours in these seed pods
I used vibrant colours to draw Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran. A truly inspirational story that requires more time and dedication to write about. I am in the process of creating an art work about them.
The vibrant truth of God’s love
If we didn’t have the alphabet then we couldn’t put coded letters into words to create expression of the word form.
Expression is as natural as this rock in a rainforest
I’ve been creating memes about gardens and God
Using the word of God to express another form of creativity
coded words to make a sign
A tower of coded words and letters to take me on many different journeys
Tamar's art lounge 