Friday, December 18, 2020

We are star


Nicole Page-Smith, photograph





We are star






Swallows and flying, flying. Darting with the insects. Spring brings the swallows, swallows flying. Spring and trees but the swallows like a rocky nook. Swallows flying, flying. Every spring brings with it, new life and we are reminded of the life of Christ. Swallows flying to herald the new spring. We live the life of Christ and swallows fly. Flying we dart around like swallows in spring. The renewal of Spring.

We are the light of Christ, flying and flying through life we are the spirit. Swallows seem to speak of the warmth of Christ as though Christ was amongst us in the warm days of the new Spring. We lead the life of Christ like the swallows and return every year for the warm air and the insects, not a Last Supper but a Passover and the Resurrection of Christ. Flying our life connects us by our heart to the Holy Spirit and god, we lead the life of Christ like the swallows. Darting around as they catch the insects in the warm air could be seen as a similar connection to god. We live the life of Christ and in Christ's light.

Light and the life of light is a Christian understanding of the stars. The stars are our light. The mystical pathway is in the sky. All is written, our pathway suggests the curve, the curve of Earth and if you think of all that is in the lightness of day then this will tell you our future. Our future is in the light of day. Stars write the way to night and the curve of night holds the darkness. Our human future is one.

One light is one god and one world. One star leads the way. We see our world in anticipation of light but all we see is Earth from an earthly perspective our world does not look similar from elsewhere in the one place god calls home, the Sun. God is the Sun like Jesus is the son of god and only has a human form for Christian human beings or the devil for everybody else. If our future was so evil, we could no longer live, in anticipation of god then, we would only see the devil. The future of our planet is not anything Earth would not have been without human beings. We are the model for all of the need of god and our future is as doomed as our death but has a forward thinking or a life from our death in a Christian way. We will be born to die. Mortal existence knows no immortality. The stars we see are in anticipation of the doomed existence of Earth or a suspension of our time as we are fated to die, so is Earth. We were not born to see the light. However, the light of god is our spiritual need. God gave us our mortality in the garden of Christ. Christ in the garden of our heart is too painful as we live the life of Christ. If we only knew we were not to see the light. Stars tell us so. 

We are star.





 

 

Friday, December 11, 2020

The Spring of a new day


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





The Spring of a new day






If you think of flight and birds flying towards the light, swallows repeatedly circling to catch the insects, we are possibly realising the Christian association with ascension, Resurrection and the new born Spring. Rain and evening bring the insects about, swallows flying. Warmer weather and the swallows. Although our purpose is earthly bound and we do not suffer the Passover, we are of the spirit of Christ. We are taught of flight with birds but swallows tell of the heart.















Seeing swallows at certain migratory times of the year, solitary or in pairs takes you to a Christian need of the self. You feel Spring takes you to the light. We are the light of Christ and Christ is our blood. We are the blood of Christ as swallows have you know, flying. Birds flying and darting around the insects every Spring and you wonder how they could survive migrating from another place but they appear almost magically from somewhere else, to remind you of Christ and ascension, our Resurrection. Swallows welcome the coming of Spring and herald the new fair day. Welcome swallow to my Spring.  















Swallows flying. You could imagine if you were a swallow flying and darting around to catch the insects, they look all too human. Spring is the time to let go of all the past winter blues and resurrect the new. You feel your life is like a flight through a life similar to swallows flying, darting around and catching the insects at dusk or after Spring rain. Spring and all the flowers and trees back into bloom and an awakening of new life. Sky and the light, brings, stormy weather. The unsettling of Spring. We fly off with the swallows and as a swallow, dart about the insects. Spring swallows and temperate rain, welcome the warmer weather of Spring. The faithful joy of the new Spring. 















Flying with the swallows, Spring is heralded along with the warmer weather, swallows nominate the Spring. Warm weather and the birds have you fly along with them mentally in anticipation of light and longer days. The swallows seem to glide on the air pockets with their tail as a guide to chop and dart, quickly, moving freely, one way or another. The new days are announced and Spring is on its way. Swallows mate for life often returning to their old nest. Will the summer be a good spring? The Spring of a new day.









 

Friday, December 4, 2020

One is always reminded of Christ


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





One is always reminded of Christ






Birds flying through the air. God flies with the wind and the spirit wind is god. The birds ascend to the treetops flying towards the last light in the clouds and chirp loudly to sleep. The descension of sleep. Night descends the earth and we await another day. Birds fly and flying in their dreams they sleep and dream of flight, the ascension of the birds.












Birds, fly.













Flying, birds fly. Darting about birds fly, the swallows fly about in pairs. Flying, darting and swooping, their forked tail looking majestic while their black body describes an all too human need. One is always reminded of Christ.









 

Sunday, November 29, 2020

A bird, flies through










Nicole Page-Smith, photographs 





A bird, flies through





Fly through. God flying, fly with the birds, flying. The light captures the light of the clouds as the wind dies down. They drift, drifting with the clouds, the wind flies through as with god. God flying. Clouds, angels and the wind. The wind flying and whistling by. The wind is the light, the light of god, blowing, the wind, the heavens with the clouds, in the sky, blow.

Light in the clouds and the sky, daytime. The light reflects in the clouds. Light, feathers and birds. The wind of birds flying by, they make a sound of the spirit, the spirit in the wind. Birds flying.

Birds flyings in the clouds. To fly through the clouds like a bird would be similar to the experience of the light in the clouds, needed or the spirit descending unto you. The relationship god needs you to have with the clouds is their light. Clouds drifting with the light, drift like the birds gliding on pockets of wind. Rose windows and churches could describe the light and the spirits ascension, Christ's relationship with heaven, through no greater reflection. Birds flying through the light are like the spirit of Christ and flight, our short journey on earth. Clouds drifting are blown away with the wind. A bird, flies through.







 

Friday, November 20, 2020

God and the wind, fly










Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





God and the wind, fly






Wind oh windy, trees, the leaves shine and face upwards, oh windy, windy, tree. Thrashing in a gale, trees blow around and knock against the house. The doors blow open and then slam shut and you feel glad to be inside. Abandoned on the lonely, windy, island, birds call their home, trees and forests tend too flourish. Vines and creepers crawling over abandoned buildings, taking all back to nature, the trees are oblivious and keep blowing in the wind. Trees, trees and the birds, nature, trees being left for the birds and wind as though people did not ever exist for them. Birds tell you so.

Walking in the forest, the birds, flitter through and you catch glimpses of their wings in the light. The odd feather drops to the forest floor. Ancient is the forest and you are made to wonder what existed before nature, trees and animals, the wind rushes through.

Flying, flying with the birds, your wings catch the light, are you a bird? God and the wind, fly.









 

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Trees and the wind


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs




Trees and the wind





Light, sunshine and the trees,
blow around in the wind.
Blowing a gale, they blow,
trees, creaking, in the wind.














The sunshine of trees, the noise of trees in the wind, and walking in forests takes you to the birds. The birds, chirp and humour the ghosts. Historic trees like their companions and the sunshine, could tell more of the light. The sunshine has shone down for centuries on trees and the companions of trees, the forest with all its inhabitants. Trees tower and continue upwards into the light while sunshine filters down to the ground.















We travel forward and trees branch out. Past the tree branches is the sky and flying off skyward with the birds in our mind, we fly. Trees grow branches, leaves, sometimes flowers and the petals fall. Falling with the blossom and petals scattering, the ground, we think of times when bare limbed trees blew around in winter breezes and windy gales. Blowing around in the wind, blossom, scatters onto the ground. The leaves grow. Fruit and the apples, appear while birds seem jubilant and fly through. The seasons come winter or autumn, spring to summer bring light into the garden and a forest of trees. Trees and the wind.









 

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Are we forest in the trees?


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





Are we forest in the trees?






Trees grow. They grow into the house and the church could tell you so. Branches, branch out, grow, grow through, growing, fly with the birds, extended with the blossom. The blossom falling to the ground, scatters and trees and new shoots, travel along. Eventually overgrown trees need tending and tending need to grow. Forests occur as the result of trees.















Forests of trees. Trees, once were forest with the birds. Light filters through. Trees. Trees with snaky thoughts of sunning in sunspots, hibernating in rainforests.
















Snakes, snake around your mind slithering off from their sunny spots come Spring, back into the forest. The light of summer. Your hair goes into Rastafarian, snaky, dreadlocks like a Medusa. Tread carefully through the forest and loudly. Lizards scurry and the birds chirp, flying away. The trees wake up from their winter sleep and move around in the wind. Light and sun, peers, through and as though sprites of the night have passed by seem to rattle and moan, groaning of another night, in the daylight. Medusa would not know such a snaky address but ghosts travel through as though knowing another history or place. Are we forest in the trees?









 

Sunday, November 1, 2020

When you say: "tree"


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





When you say: "tree"






Trees are green and have leaves. Leaves are the green. We are light and as green plants breathe out their oxygen we breathe in. Breathing in and out. Green is our colour in the forest, we are green, the green, the grass. Grassy and green we are the forest. The forest green but are also the trees. Trees, green and a greener world. The world of trees we know as our own tree. We grow, we grow tree, tree oh grow oh grow, grow trees. Limbs expand.














Limbs grow and trees of the forest are in joy for growing and expanding upwards. I am tree when I am forest and tree. Blossoming trees nominate Spring and you feel them reaching in exuberance towards god. Birds fly through enjoying the blossoms and flowers and all the new green shoots. Spring and its exuberance when all of the creatures crawl out of the forest. Squirrels come out of their nest and the foxes growl. All the long, abandoned, bird's nests are reused. And the whole world sings in jubilation of the Lord: "Spring has come". Spring has come in the name of the Lord. Our limbs grow outward and we stretch and unfold like trees extending. Trees provide our very breath and oxygen for thinking. We think better thoughts surrounded by trees with trees thinking along with us. Trees thinking their thoughts.













Thickets, forest and undergrowth, all continue to tangle and grow in a way upwards and outwards to find the light, competing for sunlight. Trees think with tree companions with the animals for a communication with god and one another. You feel the trees thinking in anticipation of leaves and shoots. The undergrowth and thickets tend to sort each other out with big trees standing in the forest.

Stars have trees. In the forest you are forest when you say: "tree". 








 

Thursday, October 29, 2020

The chemical process of green










Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





The chemical process of green





Green. We are all green. Green is the colour necessary for photosynthesizing. Trees talk, speak green. Green ideas are of nature. Trees communicate chemically as they do with humans to other trees and animals in a chemical way. Not by tree hugging especially but by releasing oxygen while we breathe the carbon dioxide out, trees breathe in. The chlorophyll is green. The green matter of plants is all we need.

Green matter is the light we need. We breathe the light or see the green light. The substance of plants is green and does give off the light. The plant life we need to know does not just talk to us when we walk through a forest, trees communicating but with vegetables saying "eat me".

The chemical process of green.





 

 

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Matter is the green light


Nicole Page-Smith, photography







Matter is the green light







We know god. God exists in the trees and the birds fly. Flying birds and trees take us to god. As the cathedral soars into the air so do trees and birds fly through the sky, gliding on air pockets. Pockets of air in the sunshine. Trees are formed because of god responding to the pressures of gravity, matter and the universe and grow. Growing trees sprout leaves. Leaves have ideas and god so they allow us to grow with them. Blossoming in the sunshine trees have birds feast on the blossom.














Trees have an existence for god. Trees grow and flower every Spring. Trees exist blossoming with blossom scattering on the ground. Trees grow. Trees have leaves. Towering in forests, trees blow about in the wind, creaking. I am forest when I am tree. Trees. Trees are green. Trees and forests are synonymous with planets and rock. Petrified forests become rock and you may wonder if there had been trees on other planets before.















Life would not be good without trees and you cannot imagine a time when the planet will not have trees or did not have trees, previously. Planets in contemplation are dry, arid, places, without trees or humans or anything at all, similar to the surface of the moon. We must be lucky to have the garden of god and our planet, green with nature. Birds fly through your mind and through to the other side, to trees. If trees sprouted in our mind we may think about birds, think the thoughts of god or think tree, thoughts. What do trees think about? Do trees communicate to one another or god? Tree huggers would know, the language of trees, animals and birds could talk about, if we spoke their language. All of nature speaks of the universe, if only we could speak tree. Trees exist for matter. Light exists for god. Green is the colour of the spectrum known to trees, light and god. Matter is the green light.







 

 

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Why trees exist


Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





Why trees exist






Places are time. Green and green places. Places have time that are trees and green like planets, they are green. Green planets are like a universe of trees or the forest. Forests are trees. Trees are green.

Green trees and forests speak to you like the birds chirping, boughs creak and the noise of the trees falling, trees not only ancient and ready to expire but old. You feel if planets were ready to die, they may start to fall through the universe. Planets and the universe have stars. Do we know the colour of planets or the forest? How do we know anything about our universe or why trees exist?















 

Sunday, October 18, 2020

There is time






Nicole Page-Smith, photographs





There is time





The age of Mercury or the Sun could tell more. We are in awe, of the Sun but, oh, does the sun shine?  There is no light in the universe. The mercury of the Sun. When the energy of the Sun, swallows us whole, we will be no more but, we will be the energy of the Sun. Dark matter pervades the universe. The universe of light is a darkened subject. The secrets and mysteries of Christ seem to evade us. God is our universe and our light. 

The energy of the Sun.

Has energy.

The energy of light has time. Light is a peculiar substance. Light has time. Time has light. Light and time are like the snow. Snow flies around and speaks to you of itself. Snow flying. Light reflected on snow speaks of a place and sometimes of a time. There is time.





 

 

Friday, October 9, 2020

Dust and star matter


Nicole Page-Smith, photography





Dust and star matter






Light. The light is golden. Golden clouds. You feel yourself surrounded by a cloud, thinking cloud like thoughts. If we were a mountain, we could think like mountains do but are cloud and think with god, thoughts passing by like rain. Passing thoughts and ideas are the sky and you would question the Sun like you could talk to the moon, stars and planets. Golden thinking and thoughts, ideas and the rain. Stars are for you, beaming from heavens by day and twinkling in the sky, by night. What if facing the Sun, we faced the universe another way, an opening like a new born day. Are we programmed to be star when we dream? Or do the stars inform our mystical-mind of god. The stars talk to you of past universes. In full daylight do we see another universe?

The Sun, our energy could have already absorbed Earth and be the universe we face, by daylight. As we spin on an axis, we face the Sun. The Sun appears to be an entrance to another universe almost as though we enter the core. If astronomers thought we travelled through the Sun to find daylight is this the axis we spin on? We could not imagine to travel through another planet or the centre of the Sun to find night, you could imagine this may explain the stars more than if they were fixed stars in the sky, broken pieces of meteorite and asteroid, the accumulation of the odd old extinguished planet and so forth, all gathered in the universe of the Sun. Dust and star matter. 


  

















 

Friday, October 2, 2020

The golden light of clouds

















Nicole Page-Smith, sketchbook drawing and a cat.





The golden light of clouds






Skies. Light and the clouds will tell you everything you need to know about the heavens. Will it rain today? The distance between the Earth and the Sun can be seen in the clouds. The sun and the moon can take us further at night to the stars and speak of the heavens, too. Skies and patterns in the stars or clouds do tell us of all that's been and the universe. We are born of star.

A star is born of light and matter. Stars. At night, when the full night of stars, are in view, we are born, born of a star. Stars are our light. At night the stars light the way. Our Christian pathway is lit by stars.

Stars light the way. The matter of stars. We are star and we are born. Matter. Stars and matter. Matter is the light. Walking and lit by the stars we walk. Stars in the universe where we were born, light the way. We were born, born of star. Universes light the way of stars.

Stars light the way when we are born of star. Rocks are star, too. We are star. Stars cover the sky at night but show us the way, we sleep under their pathway and they communicate all the mysteries of the universe. So, when we awake, we can tell god we have slept under his star. In the heavens there is a constant stream of angels, they fly from the heavens to you. All you have been informs god with sleep and the exchange with the angels. Time and the hour of dawn informs the star you were born underneath of your angel, your angel in heaven. Heaven is the star you were born underneath in heaven, for love, the love of god.

Universes, light years away, have stars. You walk along, your starry pathway communicating to god as though mystically you are telepathy. Light is the source of god, needed and as sunshine beams down on us, so does god.

If you walk along the sea you will see the light reflecting. Light reflects upon the water as light reflects on the clouds. Accumulation of atmospheric clouds on mountains is similar to the light in the star patters in the universe collecting light as a rainbow. By the sea, sea spray and windy conditions can cause a similar light to be absorbed by the clouds or play of light on the water. Clouds after rain rise and when the sunshine peers through cause transcendence like a breath. If you blow into the cold air you will see your breath. Clouds and mountains.

The golden light of clouds.