take my hand and climb with me…
Something Beautiful ~ Alexi Murdoch
Something Beautiful ~ Alexi Murdoch
You. Me. Us. Them. All we, all one. Part of some, great glorious whole.
Live to, remember this.
May the grace of God be with you always in your heart…
Amazing photo 🙂
Thank you so much Griselda… the oak and the light make magic. I just make sure I’m in the right place at the right time to capture it! And this song by Alexi is just so beautiful!
magic! that’s the word i was looking for ! 🙂 Go on with being in the right place at the right time, i love it 🙂
Thank you kindly lovely lady! Out here in the country, magic proves prolific. Wonders never cease… Wishing you a glorious week. Much love from the Overberg, Bx
mmm, lovely. Thank you.
I like a lot sunlight across the trees. I like a lot oak tree. Is this an Australian species?
About your text: do you agree with me that each “you and me” is much more than a simple sum? I think that the wole is far more than union of its parts!
Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time out to comment, Judy! I love playing with streaming sunlight like this… glad to find a kindred spirit who loves oak trees as much as I. And yes, I concur wholeheartedly and love the way you put it :: ‘you and me are so much more than a simple sum’. Our basic unity as humans is a resounding theme for me. Love your way with words! Much love from beneath the oak tree (I think it is an English oak, but I stand corrected. I will have to get a specialist out here soon to tell me!), Bx
Oh, yes: I thought it is an European oak, for it’s quite similar to the ones I see here.
Thank you a lot for your to be gentle: yes, I like to play with words.
We’ve got quite a few ‘sub’ species here in South Africa too, the difference shows up most prominently in the leaves. I had to do a bit of research when I started this project as to where our oaks came from… fascinating trees. Keep playing with words – you create beauty and magic! Lots of love from the Overberg, Bx
Wow! You caught that nova sun burst, with spoken lens flares and all. Almost feels like a transit way station beneath the Oak, waiting to be ferried up upon the flares to listen to the Sun whisper stories of old, about the galaxy, universe, and what lies beyond.
You have no idea how much I love this oak… so gracious a subject, so willing a muse. And oh! how it loves to play with the light! I was so thrilled with this series of photographs – it was difficult to choose which one to use for today. Did you ever read Folk of The Faraway Tree? This reminds me of that – this realm of possible and potential magic. Inherent in nature, the every day, the mundane and oft overlooked. How deeply in love with the world am I!
I have to disappear to that place called work soon, and have some how caught your comments rolling in… I’ll have a proper read tonight, but on Sunday I fell into a bit of a lyrical mood, and the below is one of about eight poems that came out on different topics. It’s slightly mixed up as it jumps a little between past/present/future of moments/thoughts…
Sharing in a climbing story
Hey, would you like to share a story,
Underneath the Lilly Pilly Trees,
To tell us tales of your adventures,
of different trees that you have seen.
Please tell us about the first one,
Where you dwelt 360 days the life,
Of how you marked off each degree,
Each one with something special.
Writing words in grand company,
Beneath an African wild blues’ sky
In the presence of the Old Oak,
Along with it’s many friends, like a family.
Their stories at first thought a whisper,
Till you shared with them your own,
Travelling together with changing seasons,
Sharing many moments of times not alone.
As your words, their pictures travel,
360 degrees and then back to home,
Roaming through the fields around the Oak,
Fleet of foot out there with your tribe in tow.
Excitement in life as you tell your story,
To spread it right through out the lands,
Remembering in time, a love, the Old Oak,
The time you share now, then till long from here.
Please tell us you’ll still visit the Old Oak,
Or if you spend a season there or two,
We’d like to say thank you for all the sharing,
In climbing of the Old Oak, of life and your story told…
Oh Sean, I *LOVE* this, thank you!!! I literally have tears in my eyes as I try type this note to you. You just made a beautiful Monday, quite momentous. I had a backlog of comments to carefully sift through and respond in kind. Which takes me time… Best of luck for your work-a-day. Profound appreciation, earnest and African blue sky warm, Bx
I can follow the backlog of comments to work, some times I loose track of where I was up to in replying in kind.
I did not mean to bring you to tears, rather that I follow what you mean in your connection with the Oak.
Thanks, the day was a quiet one. May yours and the cat tribe’s adventures of the afternoon be as full of joy as welcoming the first day of Spring, Sean
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