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Celebration


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Hi everyone!
I couldn’t believe five whole years have gone by since I started this blog.
Forgive my absence.
Lately I have been having computer issues and couldn’t keep you updated with my work, the exhibition, my photography…
But I promise to start posting again as soon as it’s all fixed.
Only then will I feel entitled to fully celebrate this milestone 🙂
Best of luck to all my faithful followers and visitors and best wishes for a safe and warm winter!

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In a nutshell you write your own script


In a nutshell You write you own script

In a nutshell You write you own script

In a nutshell you write your own script.
This is a project very close to my heart and one busy simmering, maturing and elaborated to its last detail since about 2013.
The title says it all. The script on the nutshells were very carefully selected after long research. These came from very rare newspapers focusing on the positive changes in our environment.
The position of the nutshells represents life’s journey, each one’s path.
In the next posts you will get a chance at seeing the words close up. The last shell is about a seventy year old man climbing a mountain top.
The pieces on the sides are the unsuccessful scripts we have written and discarded as a writer does.
I am familiar with that concept… I have been writing since a young age.
(You can check my writing & poem category if you are interested).
We chose the music we play, the weather of the day, our kids schools and their success as a result of right choices made… You will all find it on this canvas.
The drip painting representing life’s force will always be faithful to the Jackson Pollock’s method that had and still has a tremendous influence on the works I display.
Note the half nutshell too… the close up of old, tired, tossed, undesired and repetitive scripts some whitened over…the (accidental) T shape.
You are the observer, free to use and enjoy the interpretation of your own experiences and perspective.

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In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

Yearning from concrete to changes…


The cradle of quintessential ©copyright2015owpp

The cradle of quintessential
©copyright2015owpp

I need change.
The kind that will slice the past from the future.
The one that throws the stale to the wolves giving them a chance to feast on old despair, new pain.
That erases the awkwardness of unwanted strokes & colours in an uninspired moment on canvas.
The change that brings spring to one’s step, washes dust accumulated over a lifetime, gives a breath of life to depleted lungs tired of screaming frustration.

A new beginning.

A leaf untouched…
Thick enough to hold the weight of gold, music, streams of clear pure me, of light happiness, of life in every second, in every drop reflecting the warmth & invitation of sunlight, the growth of tiny shoots…
Of essence.

I need not escape realities of life but nudity of meaning, void spreading its wings demanding more space.
I need change now, not a price dangling in front of a screaming soul.
If the world can make changes nobody wants, I can make changes I aspire to for a decade.

But how does one move a continual existence among concrete to the cradle of quintessential, the pacifying arms of space, growth & tranquillity without the means to grasp that suspended dream?

I shout not of despondency but whisper the conveyance of promise, the strategy of hope.
I feed not the fond illusion of a fool’s paradise…
A few questions in wait of disclosure & the walls will come tumbling down…
A few more steps in that direction escorted by diligence & the carrot will be in my mouth!

Follow up of Bruce Lipton’s Lecture


I have the impression the other video WAS a full one but they’ve must have written by mistake 1 of 2.
This is a follow up… after understanding his idea about how the subconscious is actually the one most important place to change, he introduces the Psych-K method and his innovator as the answer to big physical and mental positive transformation. I can testify 🙂 and it’s not my profession.
I go with the idea in life that, one doesn’t lose much by trying out new methods besides taking the ” risk ” of being changed to a happy version of you!
My pessimism went to a little corner of my life and my natural optimistic self was brought out to light with my creative side too.
It didn’t happen all at once but boy, did I see the difference!
Enjoy this too!

Note: This series is a follow up to Bruce Lipton’s – The Biology of Perception talk http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=9CF36E4F42048E00

Rob Williams, M.A. and Originator of PSYCH-K, discusses how beliefs determine your biological and behavioral realities and shows how to establish communication with the subconscious to “rewrite the software of the mind” and facilitate change.

PSYCH-K is a simple and direct way to change self-limiting beliefs at the subconscious level of the mind, where nearly all human behavior originates, both constructive and destructive. Its overall goal is to accelerate individual and global spiritual evolution by aligning subconscious beliefs with conscious wisdom from the worlds great spiritual and intellectual traditions.

Rob Williams has a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Philosophy from the University of California at Los Angeles and a Masters Degree in Counseling and Personnel Services from the University of Colorado. He is President of The Myrddin Corporation, and Director of the PSYCH-K Centre International. Rob’s life-long exploration of human potential, combined with his background in marketing, advertising, business management — and 14 years in private practice as a psychotherapist — provides a practical, results-oriented approach to personal change.
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Memories of a comfy corner from our past 2012 ( ” Our ” Nature Shop )


OUR nature shop ;)

OUR nature shop 😉

Hi!
I hope you will enjoy this essay written in a spur of nostalgia.

” OUR ” Nature shop
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What was it I felt when I first stepped in, what we call today, OUR Nature shop?
Was I simply intrigued, was it fascination or plain gravitation?

I try to recapture the impressions.
The fragrances, the light, those solid wooden shelves that delivered a cozy atmosphere, the people that came in and brought peace with them or their quest for it…
Was it the staff that went about doing their jobs with a sense of purpose and dedication and took as much time
as was needed to help and guide us?
All those components probably contributed to the something-special-in-the-air.

All I know is, I entered, the door closed behind me and the world slowed down to almost a stand-still.
Noise, stress and the ( human ) rat-race, did not belong in this new dimension.

The shop was small, long and narrow.

Containing the unwonted products ever imagined.
The till was at the entrance on the right side. Straight on, I took a trolley that made such a racket on the brown
bumpy tiles, my head just slid into my collar as to avoid the glares. ( that never materialized )

The first thing that caught my eyes, on the left, was a wide range of seaweeds, which to be honest, I thought I’d never dare introduce to my family.
To anyone you would ask, seaweed is a algae found on the beach in a entangled heap with a load of sand on, and to me too.

I had a whole lot to learn!

The names on the labels were very strange to me. Among those seaweeds lay, many hidden treasures. Tiny dark, pink, dried balls of Umeboshi plums, different pickled vegetables, one of them called, Daikon, small packets of pure Agar-Agar for jelly treats.

As I went on, I located a long refrigerated-bakery-display, with a wide range of ready foods exposed to the pleasure of the shopper’s searchfull eyes. Salads, spreads, tofu, pastries, pies… Anything to whet one’s appetite and still have a clear conscience accompanying it.

Fresh-bread-in-old-fashioned-kitchen

On the wall above, were small shelves with a whole variety of natural bread loaves and on top, a row of tin boxes with among others, grey
and white Kudzu. I know Kudzu is not very popular in some countries but to me, it’s currently the only way I can start my day.
I find it to be a very soothing drink.

Behind my back is stacked, with what might seem boring packets of rice cakes, but here, they were offered, as salted, sweet, plain, with
seaweeds or sesames. Even cans and jars of organic corn and tomato puree looked appealing in this decor!

A few steps forwards and I had arrived at the end of the shop. In a corner stood a bucket with a brown and black spotted root soaking in
water. It was fresh Lotus root. A delicacy in our home at present (cooked, grated, fried or baked)

Along the wall was a fridge with a stock of Miso, Natto, Tofu, Tempeh…

Today, tofu is the only name that has practically traveled around the world, but back then, I had never heard about it.
Being so focused and spellbound, I had lost track of time and my first encounter with it lasted one hour and a half!

And so, it went on…
Natural cola, rice syrup, nut spreads, natural soaps and shampoos… I stood there, mesmerized and breathless as a runner after his first
marathon.

Natural-homemade-soap-bars-with-wheat-spikelets-shallow-dof-super-macro

Wait… Natural soaps?!

That was a concept totally alien to me. I wondered. Why on earth, would people consider paying double or triple the amount for something
that does not even enter the body?

Well, twenty years later, having been introduced ( the time of a holiday’s T.V show ) to the how-to-do home made natural remedies, cosmetics,
soaps and shampoos, and ” soaking ” myself in the experiment for a year and a half, I understood the importance and benefits of it all.

Browsing through those shelves, was a beautiful journey to the exploration of something new and refreshing. I was open and welcomed the change
in my life. This was something I could do for myself and my family to ensure a better future than the ones of the prognostics or, at least try.

A sense of joy and purpose filled my being as I went to the opposite side of the shop, heading for the cashier and inevitably arrived at my favorite spot. Rows of books neatly stacked, just for the pleasure of the avid eyes and the indulgence of the impatient…
I went from one title to the next, until I decided on a few, that will capture my attention, the time of brief delectation, where I could sink into
the realm of discovery and knowledge.

I opened one at random, to see if the words grasped my attention. The smell of ink and paper floated toward me as I leafed through the crisp, unruffled
pages. I pulled myself away, with the promise of treating myself as soon as the opportunity arises.

I had nearly arrived at ” destination “.
I was eager to go back home with my prized possessions.

A last glance at a whole paraphernalia of essences, natural stones, statues… A reminder of where we were.
I waited in line, hoping, I had not worn out the staff with my interminable list of questions. Was it relief I saw on their faces? It could very well be, but I hoped not. I nevertheless was very grateful for that memorable introduction to the natural world.

Closed shop

Thus, started, a fifteen to twenty years long familiarity with ” THE nature shop ” our kids considered, part of their childhood and part of their family history. Believing it would faithfully stand by their side throughout time.
Hence, their shock ( and ours! ) when the owners decided to close down.

As the days came to an end, clients practically felt the need to present their ” condolences ” seemingly bringing more comfort and consolation to themselves than to the owners!
To the loss of what one called a ” cathedral “.

How would we reorient our lives after this chapter, was a mystery.

We felt as the needles of a compass gone haywire.

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Some years have gone by and as I was busy with some mundane task, my mind wandered back to those aisles of warmth, freshness and sympathy, to what brought
flavor to life by its uniqueness and realized, we had never found a replacement for ” our ” shop.

But forever in our hearts, will be engraved the fond memories of this comfy corner from our past.

Comfy place