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nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Mon, 27 May 2013 10:48:05 -0700

A little I-phone 5 creation :-)

The Rise and Fall

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sat, 25 May 2013 12:31:24 -0700

Its amazing the rise and fall of the sun daily..
how so many take such beauty for granted
this most amazing source of light, warmth...life.

Through The Portal

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sat, 25 May 2013 11:40:52 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

Spirituality Portal: Spirituality is concerned with matters of spirit, however defined, and the moral and practical consequences of the feeling of aliveness: the turbulence of emotion, the torment of stress and misery, the efficacy of love and worship, of contemplation, prayer and compassion, the meaning of birth, the encounter with death and the possibility of afterlife, salvation or transcendence. Though coterminous in multiple respects with matters of faith and belief, spirituality more inevitably than the word religion implies an emphasis upon personal experience.

Release

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Wed, 22 May 2013 17:00:42 -0700

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nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sat, 18 May 2013 19:24:36 -0700

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Untitled [Explored]

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Fri, 17 May 2013 06:33:09 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

...I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the
imperfections are nothing --
that the light is everything -- that it is
more than the sun
of each flawed blossom rising and
fading. And I do.

Mary Oliver

From Here To There [Explored]

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Wed, 15 May 2013 10:25:55 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

...into a new life: see how the sudden
gray-blue sheets of her wings
strive toward the wind; see how the clasp of nothing
takes her in.

Mary Oliver

Be Still

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 12 May 2013 14:54:08 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

...It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over...

Mary Oliver

Drift

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 12 May 2013 11:23:49 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

Mary Oliver

The Way..

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sat, 11 May 2013 16:52:22 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

...I have not
forgotten the Way, but, a little,
the way to the Way. The trees keep whispering
peace, peace, and the birds
in the shallows are full of the
bodies of small fish and are
content. They open their wings
so easily, and fly. It is still
possible...

Mary Olver

Last Light

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 14:13:12 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

How very easy it is to slip away,
dissolve..
from this place to the next.
How incredibly hard it is,
to be the one left here..
holding on
without you.

Arise

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 16:21:09 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

There's just something about the mysterious unknown that allures me...
the softest of light that breaks the darkest of dark that comforts me.

Envision

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 06:49:58 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

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nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 18:10:20 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Edgar Allen Poe

Moving Forward [Explored]

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Wed, 13 Mar 2013 11:45:13 -0700

Resurfacing posted a photo:

I wanted to post a photo even if its not current. I remember taking this back over the summer of 2012. I remember that day well for no particular reason. I remember strolling through a field under a soft drizzle of rain. I remember how free I felt. Its been several weeks since I've picked up my camera...months since I've even felt well enough to find the stamina to go out and create. Three surgeries and the loss of someone close within 5 months has proved to be one of the toughest challenges both physically and mentally I've had to endure but I keep in mind its all rather relative in the grand scheme of things. I know it could always be so much worse. But regardless, I feel as if I've survived a tornado. And now bruised and beaten I keep walking forward somehow. Every day is one day closer to being back where I was several months ago. Every day is a step closer to the healing process of both body and mind. Every day is one step closer to freeing myself from so much physical and emotional pain. Only the scars will remain to remind me I can face anything that detours me and still come out strong if I want it bad enough. And I do.

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 17 Feb 2013 17:53:23 -0800

Resurfacing posted a photo:

One of those moments you want to suspend. To dig your toes into the sand and hold on to. To feel the ocean envelop you.

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sun, 17 Feb 2013 07:56:15 -0800

Resurfacing posted a photo:

'I am a box, I am a fish, I am a trail, I keep you warm,
And I remember stripping down to meet the water,
Wading out to where the sky turns under,
My insides smooth like a shell,
Like a shell ...'

Heather Nova

Letting Go...

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Sat, 16 Feb 2013 10:23:24 -0800

Resurfacing posted a photo:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UOT-csKLow

Feb 15,2013 (A day difficult for words to describe but Ill try...)

There are moments during the course of our lives that are so profound that I believe there is a higher force that puts us in a particular place at a particular moment for a very particular reason. And sometimes those reasons are unclear and sometimes those moments may not even be acknowledged at first...but there is a purpose..this I am sure. I am aware of this all too often in life. These moments have such an impact on me and they are never taken lightly or for granted.

Two weeks ago I lost someone very close to me and today I felt her bringing me to this place...I felt her presence...I felt myself beginning to heal. It wasn't an easy day as it came with more heartbreak but it was a truly a magical day...a gift given from her to me.

My day began with the powerful urge to drive to the ocean. And maybe it was the warm winter temperature, or the fact I had watched a surfing movie the evening before, or the photo I had been staring at for days of my cousin I took last summer at the beach with the giant wave crashing about her, but whatever it was it was pushing me..pulling me to the ocean. I made excuses in my head of other places I wanted to go that we're closer and as I got into my jeep I decided as I so often do to just let it take me where I needed to go. It was as if someone else had taken over the wheel and was driving me there. And as I drove and stared out at the beauty of farms and fields I thought of her. I cried. Grief is a funny thing. How perspectives change with loss. How delicate life is. How beautiful the soul is.

The moment I began driving down the bumpy muddy road parallel with the ocean with the giant sand bars to my right a sudden calm fulfilled my entire being. I knew this was where I needed to be. She was here...waiting. And as I trudged through the snowy embankment, up over the sand bar I could hear the waves, feel the breeze, hear her speaking to me. The moment I stepped onto the beach I noticed a perfectly shaped white shell completely intact. It was as if she placed it there for me to discover. And as I bent down to pick it up I noticed something else closer near the water's edge. As I walked closer I realized it was a bird. Not a seagull but close to size, a beautiful black and white bird sitting in the sand not moving. He watched me approach and stayed still and it was then I realized he was hurt or possibly ill. A wave crashed and he struggled to keep his head afloat and I knew then I needed to rescue him...find him help. This was only minutes after I arrived. I tore my jacket off, took my sweatshirt off and carefully picked him up wrapping it about him and held him close. As I slowly made the walk back to my jeep I was given directions by a man I flagged over in the parking lot to a wildlife facility only a few miles up the road. Unfortunately a few minutes later the beautiful bird shuddered and silently left this life. It was as if gravity suddenly ceased to exist...as if the world let go beneath my feet...again I broke. I thought to myself why this? Why now? Why me? To watch life leave a body again...it was almost too much. I cradled him for a bit watching the waves break and suddenly I remembered that powerful urge that had brought me here at that exact moment. I was brought here to find him...to save him from anymore suffering...from possibly drowning...to comfort him in the end. I knew then without a doubt this moment was suppose to be...he went to her...I could hear her telling me, "It's ok, he's here with me in this beautiful place. We are both flying free."

She knew of my compassion for animals, in particular birds. The day before she passed I was visiting with her and she started to scroll through my photos on my phone and stopped to stare at one I had just taken only a few days before. I had come across a dead cardinal on the side of the road and brought him home to bury. I had taken a photo of it in my hands. She studied the photo for quite awhile and I told her the story. She was aware of how I tended to hurt birds and buried those that I found. I'm positive she drew me to this bird today. It was uncanny but strangely incredible at the same time.

Today, I returned to the ocean to bury him atop the sand dunes facing the ocean. I am always so amazed how much I can truly love something I never knew. How small moments in time can be filled with such love and admiration. How wonderful this life is and what's beyond..waiting.

My evening yesterday had ended watching a favorite TV series, 'Grey's Anatomy', a series my cousin and I both became addicted to when we were both going through physical hardships and surgeries over the course of the past two years. The parting song at the end of the episode moved me to tears and when I searched for it and read the lyrics I felt my day was complete. (song and lyrics in link above)

Truly a day she gave to me to fully experience in its entirety. A gift. A day of heartbreak but a day of letting go... healing...acceptance...and comfort.

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 16:14:11 -0800

Resurfacing posted a photo:

“If ever they remembered their life in this world it was as one remembers a dream.” - C.S. Lewis

Came across an older photo I took back in Nov of 2011. It resonated something deep in me especially losing someone very close to me recently. How I will miss her...her smile, her laugh, her voice...there are no words to describe such grief..such a loss that leaves a part of me feeling so empty.

nobody@flickr.com (Resurfacing) — Tue, 12 Feb 2013 14:24:32 -0800

Resurfacing posted a photo:

Another angle from yesterday's photo. I wanted that moment to suspend forever..it was so beautiful.