#naturesdance

[colorclicks]

White on White is inspired by Hokusai’s iconic GREAT WAVE #hokusai #white #naturesdance #winterwhite https://www.instagram.com/p/CK4ar67r46X/?igshid=gt9gj3lcknx6

[afieldofcrowns]

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capturing the dancing light #naturesdance #thelakesureispretty https://www.instagram.com/p/BvmgEAOBThI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nsl14isfintq

[shasharishi]

Very much rejoicing in the cloud cover today. I'm not the fiery sun-child I used to be, finding it too much on the hottest days. During my communion with Sky yesterday I saw many large thunderheads approach and pass us by like a display of dancing warriors, showing their power but sparing us a violent display. Yet our Earth needs the nourishment of rain so perhaps some gentler greys will soak the ground in healing today. 🌍🌧⛈🙏🏼 Keep watching the skies 🙏🏼⛈🌧🌍 #shashaspiritledlife #weather #rainclouds #naturesdance #motherearth #fathersky #spiritdance #powerofnature #beherenow #elemental #medicinewoman #shaman (at Saint Albans)

[steamproduct]

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Another beautiful morning...sharing this gorgeous shot from @sat_puran She always catches beauty in the subtleties #movementislife #nature #naturesdance #beautythatmatters @steamproducts

[hataylor]

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insects as well as for the stars, human beings, vegetables or cosmic dust - we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

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[tanyacole]

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I'm loving the play of shadows from the outdoor plants dancing across from the studio window onto my gilt framed canvas ☺🎨🎶🌿 #naturesdance #plantart #artinnature #reflections #shadowsoncanvas #studiomoments #noticingnature #tanyacoleartsdotcom

[its-okei]

Mary Oliver — One ...for naturesdance

The mosquito is so small it takes almost nothing to ruin it. Each leaf, the same. And the black ant, hurrying. So many lives, so many fortunes! Every morning, I walk softly and with forward glances down to the ponds and through the pinewoods. Mushrooms, even, have but a brief hour before the slug creeps to the feast, before the pine needles hustle down under the bundles of harsh, beneficent rain. How many, how many, how many make up a world! And then I think of that old idea: the singular and the eternal. One cup, in which everything is swirled back to the color of the sea and sky. Imagine it! A shining cup, surely! In the moment in which there is no wind over your shoulder, you stare down into it, and there you are, your own darling face, your own eyes. And then the wind, not thinking of you, just passes by, touching the ant, the mosquito, the leaf, and you know what else! How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.