I Am Alive

Alive, Alive, Alive - every cell of me is so much alive.

Alive, Alive I wanna say the word over and over again.
Alive  - I am a life
Remember me !

LOOK UP

Look up !

Cause up and above is the blue sky and the sun. And the clear fresh air. And the mighty wind -hot or cold.

Above your head are the birds stretching their wings sailing through the sky. Get inspired by their fearlessness and their understanding of freedom.

Up there are the clouds chasing each other and riding the sky-ocean.

Above is vastness and spirit. Up there are other spirits living their spirit life but observing your existence.

Power comes from above and runs through you to the ground.

Up there are answers.

So look up !

Especially when the sky is blue.

New Born Twins

Transparency

True transparency comes often with death like the leaves of this dying flower that lived only 2 days.

RUN

A wise and elderly person told me: 

" Run, Run like you used to do when you were a child ".

" ALWAYS practice running, cause if you don't the day will come that you are afraid to run ".

A Man's Life

If somebody says to you: It's your destiny I'd say think twice. There is no blueprint in the universe on which god has written your life, your destiny or your purpose.

Sometimes you think you have to find that blueprint, that it must be there and that you have to find out what god had really in mind for you. But since that blueprint does not exist that quest is utopia itself.
God wants you to choose your own blueprint. Your mission in life is the mission you give yourself.

And a man's life and freedom is where he can find it. His purpose is where he says it is.
And God is happy to see you choose.

You can design the blueprint of your life yourself. And if it is a bad design it can be changed.

If this is difficult the question that should be asked is: " What brings my joy? The answer to this question will help to create a new life design.

THE PERFECT BALANCE

Happiness in life is often about achieving the perfect balance. Thew difficulty is to know what is perfect for oneself. But a decision has to be made.

Like the falling flower, already dead, that has nevertheless decided to stay in a place where it normally does not belong to, with the help of a rain-drop and it's own lightness in death.

And succeeds.

Prints of my photos are available in my gallery :  Chocolat Negro Flashlight

Three Sisters

There were three sisters, all roses and of a beauty that let other flowers look pale. The pink one although the oldest was the shyest of the three. Her pink was subtle and pastel but shining like a light in the fresh green.

She grew up with the same delicacy that was her nature, enfolding slowly and without drama. Just a good young rose.

She was so beautiful that she caused strange emotions in some humans who saw her growing.

She created the desire to wipe away any insect that would want to sit on her virgin pink leaves and to punish that ant, that dirty trespasser seriously.

Even when she was beyond that age about which you should not speak with roses and women.... her beauty was still blinding and unbearable.

She died quietly and only then you could see that there were two cousins behind her who had gone unnoticed their whole life.

The end was a strong contrast to her life.

Her younger sister-rose was bold and bright and had chosen a naughty and indecent red. Nobody of her ancestors had ever displayed such a shameless red.

She did not care and threw herself in this world.

Opening quick and living quick. But we have not even seen her pass away so much did she outlive herself. One day she was just gone.

But we remember the youngest one for her stubbornness. She was determined to show the resilience and the strength of a young rose bud. And she would not sway. Or move or look for another way. It was her will to grow straight up into heaven. Heaven the one thing that can not be conquered.

But she out- did the others with her death. What she could not attain in life she reached in death - extravagance. And while living her last days, when the pressure of fighting against the wall was gone and her leaves were free, she was constantly humming the Stones song " DEAD FLOWERS" under my window. I will never forget her. She was a tough little rose.

Walk of life

THE WALK OF LIFE

THE WALK OF LIFE FINE ART PHOTOGRAPHY PRINT 

I wish you a walk of life that is as beautiful as this photograph, on a white sandy path along an azure blue sea under a clear sunny sky so that you don't want to stop walking EVER.

Flowers and trees shall be everywhere and other creatures too - not of human kind.

The wind shall play with you and you will become a prisoner of beauty. You shall forget where you wanted to go - so that in the end you arrive where you have to be. 

This photograph was taken during my last holiday at the sea.

This fine art print is available in my Etsy Shop :Chocolat Negro Recycled Design and Art

MY OLD CASSUARINA TREE

Of the Cassuarina Tree they say that if you take in a boat with you a piece of it, be it ever so small contrary winds will arise to impede your journey or storms to imperil your life.

They say also that if you stand in its shadow by the light of the full moon you will hear, whispered mysteriously in its dark ramage, the secrets of the future.

These facts have been never disputed; but they say also that when in the wide estuaries the mangrove has in due time reclaimed the swampy land from the water the Cassuarina Tree plants itself and in its turn settles, solidifies and fertilizes the soil till it is ripe for more varied and luxuriant growth; and then having done its work, dies down before the ruthless encroachment of the myriad denizens of the jungle.

(William Somerset Maugham introduction to his novel The Cassuarina Tree)

These are very old Cassuarina Trees in Cape Vidal Nature Reserve in the St.Lucia Wetlands Park in South-Africa close to the border of Mozambique. It was there in that exact place that I have seen them for the first time and I did not know their name. A friend from Brazil told me their beautiful melodic name " Cassuarina ".

Trees are like big brothers and I have always felt they give you energy when you lean with your back against them or sit under them.

They always have their arms wide open for you like this old wild fig tree in a dried up river bed in Umfolozi Game Reserve in South-Africa.

Soon the rivers will fill with water and will run wild but this tree will stand another season and another and another...... with arms wide open for you

Arms wide open giving you shade...