And when it was right, she met a breeze from the night
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Days passing by…
And in the world behind the mirror she dreamed of something red.
And the trees were calling her II
The spruce has a strong connection to the feminine and stands, among other things, for giving birth – in the sense of developing and implementing new ideas and projects.
The essence of spruce shows us the right way when we have lost our way. It should bring clarity to entanglements, free us from dependencies and show us the path of life.
Sometimes some idea gets stuck in your head and you have no choice but to realize it. I don’t know why… but something inside of me really wanted to take pictures on this bench. Well, here’s the result…
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I took the photos for the “Cherry Tree” project and was a little hesitant to use them for “Jurljin” at the same time. However, I think there will always be overlaps in some parts…. [maybe parts of Jurljin are part of the Cherrytree project?!?]
Continued from: Who are the three?/ The woods/ “And the trees were calling her to come home….”
Just a beginning. Something like: Coming closer to her self/ awakening awareness of the forest/trees/nature within/ feeling more connected with her true self
Who are the three?/ The woods/ “And the trees were calling her to come home….”
The first of the three. She belongs to the woods.
Maybe this is the second of the three. Belonging to the wind and the wide open spaces. [Currently I am not sure if it would be important or necessary to give them a different visual identity. Is it necessary to introduce this separation first and then remove it later?]
Ich fürchte, dass ich für gewöhnlich keine Ahnung habe, was ich eigentlich mache. Oder weshalb. Ich glaube allerdings, das ist ein entscheidender Grund, immer weiter zu machen – denn ich will es herausfinden. Ich will es verstehen. Ich mache, was ich mache, um eines Tages vielleicht zu begreifen, was ich mache…
[ich fürchte übrigens, ich habe für gewöhnlich keine Ahnung, was ich eigentlich denke. Oder schreibe. Und weshalb. Ich glaube allerdings, das ist ein guter Grund, immer weiter zu machen…]
Well. I just liked the light on the floor. 😉
Moments. What do you feel? What do you see? Nothing matters and everything passes away… while we dream and dream of being understood one day.
I never had a bird. And if I had one, I wouldn’t put it in a cage.
Well, I never had a bird. But I have an empty birdcage. Why is that? Is it that? Is there something in the cage? What is the point of an empty cage? [And why is there also an empty chair?]
The bird I never owned flew away.
And it is not necessary for things and thoughts to make sense.
Sometimes I try to find words… [and fail]
NANNIMENSCH 