Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. W.B Yeats White and storm cloud ash, mingle with the forbidding thunderheads, above. A remnant […]Warsaw’s Ash — The Art of Life
Images: Pins andhttps://www.pexels.com/ Tiny, bony hands, groping for my golden hair. A mother, in flowers from head to toe, swaddling a toddler in a sling; with the likeness of a sickly mare. Wiggling free the heap of bones comes to me, on wobbly feet and a rounded, bloated, stomach. I scoop her up in my […]Ina son ku: I love you — The Art of Life
An Advanced copy of the original: The Art of Joy! “Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh Life is never perfect, it comes with a few struggles and joys. Thought, sometimes it seems that life is throwing a […]-The Art of Joy- — The Art of Life
Star so bright; star so white // Will you lead me home tonight?
I’ve been locked to these bitter walls/ These chains have bound, my ancestors for far too long
Oh star so bright; star so white // They say you’ll guide me home tonight
My back is red; flowing in passion // Husband of my heart; swing’in on the hang’in tree
Star so bright; oh star so white // Massa says you’re a curse at night
When the coco whistles, my babie’s, they’ll be free / No longer bound; under the sun
Star so birthright; star so white // The moon is shining in your light
My meal is running with worms // Oh from the day’s toil my shoulders do burn
The owl screeches, my babies are warm
Oh star, I am counting on you tonight
This poem is, obviously, about a slave mama during the 1800’s, waiting for the call of those in the woods who will guide her and her children to freedom, and the north. The slaves said, that if you look to the handle of the big dipper in the sky, you’ll find the North Star; and if you keep following it, it’ll guid you to freedom, the North.
Just like how the North Star guided slaves across states and captains through perilous seas, Jesus is waiting there to guid us through our lives. One day, the North Star may burn out, but Jesus is everlasting; with palms wide open for us to grasp and hold close as we walk; they’ll hold you so you can’t trip or fall.
I wanted to portray the Mother in my poem with my photography; however, I did not have the right makeup or editing tools to make Glorianna appear black; so I have tried a new approach, using an oil pant look after I have used all the makeup I could play with. The links will be below.
The caption texts below the images are for you to know the stories behind the photography so that you can see how simple it is to use your own imagination!
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For the face and contacts, I used the app, YouCam Makeup: https://www.perfectcorp.com/app/ymk
For the little bit of darkness added to the arms, neck and fingers, I used the Airbrush app: http://appairbrush.com/en/
For the oil paint and water looks, I used the app, Skin Tones, which can be found in the App Store.
For the darker skin, I used an app called Selfie Editor: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/selfie-editor-face-cam-filter/id1056521360?mt=8
For the night sky and star, the app used is: http://www.photofoxapp.com/
You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Winters in Alaska are long, dark and cold. So when February comes and the sun starts rising more and shining through the grey shades of sky, everyone rushes outside to soak up some of its warmth and happiness.
Depression can set in during winter; with all the greys of sky and surroundings. Nothing new, bring or green springs up or shines against the white. Yesterday, I happened to be outside just at four o’clock when the clouds parted a huge golden sun shone glouriously; whipping away the dark depressing shades. All the troubles of the world seemed to melt like the snow under the sun. Smiles reflected off our faces and the sun sent down beams of joy.
For a full half hour we basked in the happiness of the melting gold. Slowly grey clouds began forming and shaded over Alaska’s source of winter light. It became chilly outside; the wind, suddenly not so warm and becoming. The snow became dirty and old; all gone the sparkle. An artist had splashed greys across our sky.
Gone with the sun, our joy. Depression and sadness; life’s problems, trials and struggles threatened on the door of our hearts once more. We had been happy while the sun lasted, but when it was gone, so did our spirits dampen. I wished the sun would stay forever and with it, the joy.
Joy. It comes by in many ways; a kiss, a hug. A smile, light. Good news, or a gift. A child; new birth! All this things bring joy to our hearts and light up our eyes. But, all these are momentary. When the hug ends, our tears can still fall. Good news has the option of bad news right after. None of these joys last; none of them keep us eternity happy, forever.
We all want to be happy in life. We all strive to do the things that bring us joy. That make us happy and enjoy life. We all do things to escape from our problems; conceal them behind something. We all want to find the good in every situation; be constantly happy where life cannot find us. Does such happiness exist? Joy that we can truly grab onto and never let go? That will guide us in all of life’s circumstances and carry us through. Where can we find true joy like this?
I found mine in Jesus. His joy is the only thing that we can truly hold onto and never let go. His joy promises to guid us through rough seas; as the sun guides many a captain to the dawn. His joy is eternal, even through pain and affliction. If we can truly grasp his true joy; our faces will never be ashamed! As it it says in the Bible, “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.” -Psalm 34:5
Often in the midst of grey, we cannot see past our suffering, and all joy is void from us. Jesus promises that while, “Sorrow May come in the night, joy comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5)
Like that sunset, all things that bring us moments of joy will, and do, fade away. Jesus’s Joy is the only one that can last for eternity and bring us even MORE joy than all the other things that life can bring us!