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Andrea Nixon (Andy Nix Pix)
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photographer, designer and wilderness lover
photographer, designer and wilderness lover

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The fynbos forest chorus quietened as our Earth shadowed the Moon, and somehow I felt nearer the Moon and Mars and the Milky Way than anybeing here on earth.

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The dawn sky has been utterly beautiful every morning this week, with the hunter Orion rising on his head in the hours just before the first hint of day begins its glow.

I love hearing different myths of familiar stars, and the Khoikhoi also have a hunter's tale relating to this celestial neighbourhood:

To the Khoikhoi, the stars we know as the Pleiades are /Khunuseti, the Rainstars, daughters of Tsui //Goab, the god of the rain-giving clouds and the food-producing fields. One day they sent their husband, Aob (Aldebaran) to hunt the three zebras (Orion's Belt), warning him not to dare come home if he didn't shoot! Taking only one arrow, he aimed and shot... and missed! His arrow (Orion's sword) landed near a great lion (Betelgeuse) who was also intent on the zebras. Fearful of both the lion and his wives who had cursed him, he sits there still, shivering alone in the cold of the night, hungry and thirsty.*
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A sneak peak preview of a photopoem in my book-in-progress LifeLight:

#lifelight #coffeetablebook #photopoetry #andynixpix #picoftheweek
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A sneak peak preview of a photopoem in my book-in-progress LifeLight:

#lifelight #coffeetablebook #photopoetry #andynixpix #picoftheweek
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Tree Being Me

What it must be, to be a tree!

Connecting through the bark: feeling my body
in its trunk; my feet extending into the earth, twined
as roots; my arms extended through the forest canopy
to sway gently as branches in the breeze... and then!
a sense of the tree feeling through me what it is
to be human: branches as arms, waving without wind;
roots as legs, moving of their own accord...
and I realised, then, a tree can only experience
being human from a viewpoint of a tree.

Mistaking the appearance for the full
experience, it had no true sense of what it is to be me...

...nor I of what it is to be a tree.
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Pic of the Week: St Valentine's Cloud
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Pic of The Week: Light, Love and World Peace... from the Tsitsikamma

Today is Day After International World Day of Peace. I sometimes wonder about these International Day Of Whatnots, because if we are in such desperate need of awareness and action on the various subjects that we need to create Days Of Awareness for them, we actually need to be implementing them every day. But 'we' encompasses a lot of individuals, over seven billion of us, all with our own slightly or vastly varying interpretations of, well, everything---which differ not only from person to person, but within us from time to time. So I guess my own current interpretation is that it's best to just come back from that overwhelmingly vast sphere of the Whole Wide World to our rather more manageable individual spheres of influence, and allow the gentle ripples of our simple daily actions to carry an ever-growing knock-on effect, rather than trying to make a big splash that is actually beyond us. (Remember, there are only six degrees of separation in our world, so those ripples really can have a wide sphere of influence.)

Yesterday morning, as I sat watching the last of the stars gently glow into the lightening dawn sky, I had a sense of all the people to the East of me who had already been lit by the sun for a while, many of them quite possibly doing much the same as I was, which was feeling a light sense of love and peace within myself and imagining sending it out into the world. And suddenly, in that moment and for the first time in my life, I really sensed the energy generated and projected by the intention sent out by those many unknown (and, in my mind, imagined) people... and allowed myself to feel it, receive it, bring it in, absorb it, add to it and share it on again.

Experiences like this are sometimes difficult to express, both in finding the words with which to relate them, as well as in finding the confidence with which to share them. And I also have a mind that vacillates between the scientific and the shu-whaa, each side in me being quite skeptical of the other (which both agree is a good thing!), so I tend to look for explanations of How Things Work---be it the fascinating new field of quantum biology or the ancient arts of traditional healing---and at the same time I frequently suspect that the only truly honest answer is "I Don't Know" - but it's fun playing with ideas and theories, what Alan Watts called his fantasies.

So, I have no idea if there are love and peace charged particles buzzing around to be imbibed like charged ions, but I do know that our bodies react physically in the same way to a thought that is imagined as to a thought about something that is actually happening. If we imagine something stressful happening, our bodies actually generate the hormones required to deal with the situation such as cortisol and adrenalin. Likewise, if we imagine ourselves experiencing something really pleasant, our bodies generate feel-good hormones like serotonin and dopamine. And then of course, if we've got feel-good hormones circulating within us, we're going to be expressing that feel-good in our words and actions to others, which in turn will contribute to their feel-good, and so on and on the ripples travel.

For the scientifically-biased skeptic, I guess that's one simplified way of looking at how meditating on world peace on one's own can actually have an effect in the Whole Wide World...

And in the same way, I hope these little bits of captured light I send out contribute to your own feel-good!

Photograph: Sunrise light on the Tsitsikamma Mountains.
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A Sense Of Rain:

Walking in my thoughts under a gently overcast sky, I glanced briefly at the dam and then back down at my feet. Rather than seeing the view, I was seeing my thoughts — which just at that moment happened to be about how frequently we are pulled away from the things that make life enjoyable by the things our minds try to convince us make life liveable, manageable and possible, which includes our thoughts. A moment later I looked back up again at the same view, only this time my gaze was pulled by an appreciation for the simple, yet profound and spirit-nourishing beauty in it... and just then some stars suddenly twinkled on in the brown reflected sky as unforecast raindrops began their dance over the water's surface to the accompaniment of frogsong, birdsong, and the droplets' own delicate popping.

My camera was at home—just across the road—and the gift from the sky lasted long enough for me to create some images to share a sense of rain...
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