If you have ..

Thank you, who ever conceived of this message and its beautiful layouting first. I do not know who you are .. I always credit the author of material that I repost, but that proved impossible: so many people have reposted this message. I gladly join them.

 

 

The message that is sent by this poster is clear as a bell, rings right through smaller and larger concerns, fears, hopes. Or at least, that is what it did to me. 

 It reminds me of Nine Simone's  magnificent "Life".  At times I play that song until I believe I can walk on my hands- which I definitely cannot :-)

Mad as hell

"Mad As Hell" by Aaron Leming.  I did a little bit of research. Apparently, this kind of letter working is an example of kinetic typography. The actual text was taken from the 1976 cult film "network".

I ran into this clip today, or rather, it ran in to me. Listening to it, I felt like being set free. I was so amazed at the feeling that I just had to laugh out loud. So far, I have not stuck my head of the window and yelled, but the idea is growing on me.

Tree of life

"Tree of Life "by Faupel-Art.org

Today I was asked what I would look like  if I were a tree. I rather enjoyed that question. I did a little drawing. Maybe I will redo it as a private work of art. Even post it here :-)

I spent some time wondering what kind of tree I want to be when I grow up. I found this image on a website supporting charities such as Friends of the Earth, Greenpeace and Amnesty International.
Have a look at the image. The colours are heartbreakingly beautiful, inspiring thoughts of love and innocense. Of  life and hope and courage and harmony. Connecting energies. Clean, clean air. Yes..

If at first ...

How clear, how lovely bright,

How beautiful to sight

Those beams of morning play;

How heaven laughs out with glee

Where, like a bird set free,

Up from the eastern sea

Soars the delightful day.

To-day I shall be strong,

No more shall yield to wrong,

Shall squander life no more;

Days lost, I know not how,

I shall retrieve them now;

Now I shall keep the vow

I never kept before.

Ensanguining the skies

How heavily it dies

Into the west away;

Past touch and sight and sound

Not further to be found,

How hopeless under ground

Falls the remorseful day

(From: A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad)