A walk in the woods brings us inner calm and healing. A walk through a mall raises our blood pressure, stresses and exhausts us. Why do we not pay more attention to these cues? The lives we are living are killing us slowly. It doesn't have to be this way. If we structured societies to be in harmony with nature, we would be living in a paradise. What are we waiting for?
Abstract and conceptual art inspires higher reasoning, and activates various areas of the brain, allowing for new cognitive associations and thought processes. In a way, it's a workout for our minds and emotions, at the same time freeing it of constraints.
This was for a photography challenge, and it instilled a new respect for artists who create in these styles. Even within seeming chaos or randomness, there are elements necessary to tie them together. Not easy to achieve, I found.
I had been holding on to several owl photos that I took on Vancouver Island a few years ago with the intention of using them in a composite image one day. Last night, I had a dream of those photos, and of which images I would use in the composite. When I woke up, I got to work. This is the image I created in the dream.
I saw this outside my window, and instantly got chills. Each subject on it's own carries a positive meaning for me, but there was something ominous, almost prophetic in the symbolism of this crow on the cross. I told myself that it was simply a bird resting on a handy perch, but couldn't shake the unsettling feeling.
Perhaps it is the unrest I am feeling over events in the world that are beginning to affect how I see it. No longer a safe place of love and nurturing, but a fearful one, uncertain and unsettled.
It was a call to look inward, and check my own thoughts. In order to project love and peace, I need to be fostering those qualities within self.
Onwards and upwards.
This morning, I let my parrotlets out but was waiting until my coffee finished brewing before liberating the tiels. (They have a habit of flying into the kitchen). However, after the coffee was done, I got sidetracked and forgot to let them out.
My two parrotlets immediately started yelling at me, and flying back and forth to the tiel's door. They had never done that before. They were reminding me in no uncertain terms to "Let them out!"
On a daily basis, in so many ways my flock reminds me to never underestimate the intelligence of birds.