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winter solstice in my chest

On the 22nd of December, the shortest day of the year, I announce the death of the sun. It seems appropriate that it decided to perish in the day that is the darkest, as to be bowing to the darkness in submission. Now all that is left is a tiny pile of ash.

However, the good news is that from now on, very slowly, it will just get lighter.

Not because of each others embrace it is the warmest winter in years that will protect us from the cold. And from that white snow of betrayal. 

It is the turning point. We walk in different directions... in dark. cold. mud.

Pomegranates

autumn evening

Shelley The Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

Autumnal

Pink

Pink is the love in spring.

Pink cherry blossoms by the church. So beautiful and innocent, but like anything else that blooms, they are meant to fall.

Such a changing and impermanent phenomenon.

forest. verticals (uprooted)

forest. creature

forest. dunes

forest. perspectives of one

forest. go down, underneath

forest. mystical in colour, familiar in form

rainbow news from Latvia

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There is a very revealing documentary film to watch as well.

what i'm up to

at the moment i'm working on autumn theme. cycles of life reflected in nature which we are part of. i'm working with dry grass and other sapless plants that can be found now in autumn. as well as seeds and soil.

sometimes we- human beings think that we are (or should be) in control of nature- clean the old leaves away and eliminate from our view everything dead and decayed. 

i believe we should acknowledge more the strong connection with nature even if it would mean coming down from the hight towers that we have so persuasively built and to see out own temporality. 

it is worth remarking the often used comparison of men to culture and women to nature.

walking into the autumn

Arthur's Seat II

Friendship is a rainbow

.. full of rain and sun, from which arise the whole range of colours- so beautiful, intangible and rare.

Good wishes to my friend Dana in her Big trip to Guatemala