The Colour Of My Dreams



 

 

 

 

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life...

The soil in which the meditative mind can begin is the soil of everyday life, the strife, the pain, and the fleeting joy. It must begin there, and bring order, and from there move endlessly. But if you are concerned only with making order, then that very order will bring about its own limitation, and the mind will be its prisoner. In all this movement you must somehow begin from the other end, from the other shore, and not always be concerned with this shore or how to cross the river. You must take a plunge into the water, not knowing how to swim. And the beauty of meditation is that you never know where you are, where you are going, what the end is.”  

 

Jiddu Krishnamurti, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Outfit

Vintage 1970s Pink Wide Leg Silk & Cotton Catsuit: made by Granny Kiki for my Mother

Amber Jewellery: gift from a friend

Vintage Silver Armlet: bought as a teenager

Hunter Wellies, just seen: from Ebay

 

 

 The Soundtrack

Lovin' Spoonful: Daydream

 

 

 Another season, but our dreams can be in any season and every colour!

Photos taken by me using the self timer on my little camera in the bluebell wood last Spring.

Strange lighting effects created by my camera for no apparent reason.

 

 

 I am delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

 

Crinkle Me Like Fortuny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Relationship has true significance only when it is a process of self-revelation, when it is revealing oneself in the very action of relationship. But most of us do not want to be revealed in relationship. On the contrary, we use relationship as a means of covering up our own insufficiency, our own troubles, our own uncertainty. So relationship becomes mere movement, mere activity. I do not know if you have noticed that relationship is very painful, and that as long as it is not a revealing process, in which you are discovering yourself, relationship is merely a means of escape from yourself.

 

Extract from The Collected Works of Krishnamurti, via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

Hand Beaded Black Silk & Gauze Crinkle Dress: present from my dear Mum many years ago, bought at a craft fair

Peacock Feather Hairband: from Ebay

Black Floral High Heels: very old from the high street

Black Stockings: from M&S

Various Bracelets, Turquoise Earrings & Green Art Deco Ring: passed down from grannies Kiki and Penny

 

 

The Soundtrack:

Roberta Flack: The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face

 

 

All photographs taken by my dear Mum at my parents' house earlier this year.

The beautiful redhead in the painting is granny Kiki.

 

 

 While I like to capture some sort of serenity in my photographs, in reality behind the scenes my life is very demanding right now, hence my lack of comments on your blogs over the last week. I'm missing visiting you all, will pop around soon to say hello I promise!

 

 

 I am delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.