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Forty four years today…

Forty four years today I came into this world. A Drop of water from outer space, taking the shape I have now.

The only intention I am aware of – that this drop had when it landed here – is my shape: I seem to have all the parts in moderate proportions.

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But why am I here? I am sure the universe would not waste material for nothing… am I ‘being’ enough for Life?

street photography, Columbia Hillen photograph

I know I was born old as I don’t seem to grow older… just stuck somewhere between a waterfall of questions…

art photography, Columbia Hillen photography

I believe we always have a choice of paths and that in choosing one over the other, we define ourselves.

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But I also believe in rebirth, that in every moment we can reinvent ourselves again and again and again… That’s all Time is, a chance to reinvent ourselves…

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I wonder how far or how close am I to the intentions of the Drop that landed in this body, forty four years ago… And when it rains, would I recognize myself among the others…

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The many shades of happiness

Coming to the end of another year and I let  myself carried away with the wave of all the rush to remember everyone… Have we “bought something” for everyone we know? How easy it is to be swayed in asking no questions….

yearly resolutions, landscape photography, Donegal beachAnd then it dawns on me: what if we could not “buy” things but we would have to make something for each person we care about? Make something using our hands and imagination?

Story telling in Donegal, ancient crafts in IrelandEven more, what if we forget about things? Simply focus on creating something memorable for all people that mean something to us? Have the power to give them a happy moment?

happiness moment, abstract photography…see that list disappearing, as realization hits: how much do I know about all these people beside hints about “things they like” or “things they hope will make them happy?” How much do I really know about their dreams and their hopes and what really makes them happy?

moon eclipse, landscape photography, photo of skyHow much does an oak know about me when it makes me feel so complete just by allowing me to rest under his branches? How can I share love like an oak does?

large oak tree, forest in summer, landscape photographyMy two dogs pull me out of my daydream and drag me out for a walk up Bloody Foreland. A little storm is brewing on the west, but, I say, we’ll be back before it hits.

Bloody Foreland Donegal, Donegal landscapeAs with all good things, we are caught in the storm… up half way the hill, I can see the dark cotton blankets coming towards me like curtains to different worlds… like veils protecting different truths…giving me a very very short glimpse…

abstract photography, landscape photography Ireland And seconds later I feel the full blast of wind and water against my face and my eyes and, up here, almost suspended between sea and land and sky, with all this energy running through me, I am as happy as I might ever be… as tingling lines of life run through my veins. And I feel them just like when I first set my foot on this place almost twenty years ago …. a place that makes me happy from inside out, with its wilderness, its howling winds and crying rains…it makes me content with just being, like resting in the company of an oak…

old tree root, landcape photography, memories of placesHow do they do it? How do trees and places and waves hand out love and happiness as if they know you?

abstract photography, columbia hilen photography, Irish photographersSo I make my short-term resolution. In the last few days I have left of this year, I will try to be silent and supportive like an oak, accepting and encouraging like a mountain, soothing and alive like a wave, for all the people in my life… and from the lessons I learn, I will know what the next step will be …

Autumnal thoughts

Why do I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders?
It’s light.
It’s light when I cloth my soul in a different skin.

landscape photography, trees joined beside the sea
It’s light when I burst into blooms of colors and scent.
Why can we only love what we see but fail to see the fear that blinds us?

landscape photography, lemon in a lemon tree
A night of weary thoughts rushes in through my pores, and it’s not the darkness I fear, but fear itself.
Why do I feel the weight of time on my shoulders? Or more likely the lack of time that presses down ever so slowly, and ever so fast like the night pressing down on the setting sun.

street photography, bird in captivity
It’s light and I’ve been awake in my dreams. It’s time to fall back into the sleep of reality again until I convince fear to like me.

landscape photography, island in the sea with sunset