Archive for August 2011

Lone Pine Tree – Challenge and Reconstruction   15 comments

 

Lone Pine Tree – Symbol of Hope in Japan Tsunami City

 

japan-tsunami-lone-pine-lgThis lone Pine tree on the shore of the Tsunami is a symbol of hope and defiance for the people who have lost everything, encouraging survivors and healing the broken hearts of those who have lost loved ones.

With birds flying high above it, this 10 metre high tree is the only one left standing. It is one lone tree out of a 70,000 tree forest of black and red Pine trees that have for 300+ years protected the city of Rikuzentakata, 400 km (250 miles) north of Tokyo, from the ocean winds.

 

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10% of the city’s population is dead or missing and the city in ruins. The renowned beach, with its stunning golden sands, listed in guide books as “one of the 100 most scenic places in Japan,” drawing about 200,000 visitors yearly, is completely gone.

Known locally as the “Pine of Hope” it is a symbol of restoration. It is one of the few land-marks tha554000004447301t remain where the devastated city of Rikuzentakata once stood.

The Pine is tall and strong despite that it is oozing resin from a scar on its trunk where the lower branches were ripped out by powerful waves. Far above at the distant peak of the tree, a riot of fresh green pine needles can be seen to be growing healthily.

 

 

Pine-Tree-Japanese-GardenThe forest of black and red Pine trees dates back to the 17th century when a wealthy business merchant created a windbreaker to protect the city’s people from the storms, with the trees he planted.

 

The Lone Pine Tree, is the only Tsunami survivior of this great forest- Rikuzentakata’s Symbol of Hope in a Broken City.

The Romanticism of the Hungering   48 comments

 

The Romanticism of the Hungering….

Glistening fangs worn with gothic beauty, the romanticism of the hungering, and the haunting sense of impossible love,

the sensuality that lingers with the paralyzing terror of intimacy…

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT!

The Forbidden Fruit

Why are an ever-increasing number of today’s women, falling into the explosive flames of love at a vampire’s first bite and often before the

mesmerizing captivation of that first bite?

Captivation

A recent view, notably since the 9/11 attacks suggests women feel less safe and secure in today’s world,

the symbols of strong potentially dangerous males; ie military forces/police replaced by indestructible supernatural beings

that provide us with a healthy coping mechanism.

We are drawn to that which we fear. Vampires give us the absolute, dramatic and fearful thrill.

We find vampires attractive because they live forever, and are not held-back by ethics. They are wise beyond their years and remain forever young and because of their nature we can live in shocking and sensational ways through them, graphically and without inhibitions

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Graphic and Unhibited

 

There is something very attractive about a vampire’s otherworldliness; his riveting intensity and commanding need for closeness to other humans is both compelling and alluring.  And at any point a vampire can lose all control, biting you with electrifying recklessness.

 

Compelling and alluring   Intense and Commanding

 

We also love the concept of surrendering to a vampire.  Vampires draw you in to the point where they have you in complete submission.  It is not physical but despite this the vampire is such a powerful, attractive symbol, that he can effortlessly hold a woman in thrall.

Giving yourself to something in this way, allowing something else to take-over so completely, carries its own unique erotic thrill. The yearning to taste of the forbidden fruit, the intense hungering for what we cannot have that consequently we so keenly desire.

 

Erotic Thrills

“Inappropriate. But something about him felt dark and dangerous. Desirable.

He smiled, showing a hint of fangs."

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Urban MoonSong Wolf   19 comments

~Magic of the Moon-Song~Urban Moon Wolf~

 

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~Urban Moon Wolf~The Voice of the Night~

“If you listen close at night you will hear the creatures of the dark, all of them sacred – the owls, the crickets, the frogs, the night birds. And you will hear beautiful songs, songs you have never heard before. Listen with your heart. Never stop listening.”

~ Henry Quick Bear (Lakota)

Glowing, hazy auroras surrounding the black magic star wolf, his intense gaze fixed on the entrance to the Wolf-ways. Solstice solar-flare black-moon wolf fired with lunar ice and alive with skating bursts of solar energy sliding in burning gold bolts across his silken coat, illuminating the heart-power of the solitary intergalactic moon wolf, racing upstate through his sun-fired body with the flames of life and interstellar dreams.

He paused, head thrown high eyes to galactic space, alight with the fire and the power of the celestial wolf, the light of every wolf- way that had ever been, shining in a light brighter than the morning sun. He tossed star-black head, soft velvet fur shining gently in the lunar night. Looking out, alert, across the radar topped office buildings, the cool future-night sky beyond and above them, tiny sleepy clouds trailing wisps amongst the murmuring sighs of the music of the cosmos.

The silence of eternity captured in an interplanetary dream. Pools of black lunar light sinking silently into the mystery of dark moon visions, catching the rippling, silken moon beams in fluid star-black eyes. Dream catcher. He halted in the mists of time, poised on the edge of forever, distant astral gaze seeing into eternity in timeless wonder. Fathomless voids of high-tech future biospheres encompassing tomorrow’s dreams in a future reality far from the timeless zones that stretched ahead of him, reaching out in wisps of interworld light clouds.

Fire moons danced and swayed across the darkened, sultry wolf-fired eyes, drifting and swirling past night shadowed canyons. Troughs and peaks of sharp, jutting alien-rock formations reaching endlessly into smoked-fire skies of a night world of volcanoes – reflected in the all-seeing eyes of the Fire Wolves of Io.

“Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of Earth”

“We on Earth have just awakened to the great oceans of space and time from which we emerged. We are the legacy of 15 billion years of cosmic evolution. It is well within our power to destroy our civilisation and perhaps our species as well…But we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet.”

~ Carl Sagan (Journeys in Time and Space)

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