Sarabande

  Photos taken in Skanör, Sweden and in Cannes, France 

Music Sarabande, G. F. Handel  by Escala 

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Water

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Video: CatrinPhoto Music: Everywhere, Keith Kenniff

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Life

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Photos and video by Catrin

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Raein

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  Music Raein by Olafur Arnalds, Video by CatrinPhoto, Skanör, Sweden

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A tiny voice

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Prayer

I ENTER INTO SILENCE

GOD GRANT ME

Credits: Poemsn© justme; All rights reserved

Music

“Music is the reflection of that perfect note called space. Timing is that beautiful space which just got larger. Beholder is that beautiful moment when sound, space and that which seems like timing combine to create the song of my life and yours, while we look on.”

3 different ideas of perfection while we look on  – so pick one and just listen ….

Audio 1: Fields of Athenry by the Irish Tenors

Audio 2: Corner by Jai Uttal and the Pagan Love Orchestra

Audio 3: Adagietto from the symphony No 5 by G Mahler
Writings: © justme Dec 01, 2011
Image: © CatrinPhoto; Beach huts in Skanör; South Sweden, Jan 2012

I teach nothing

Credits: Quote © Justme; Image © Catrinphoto

Perfect

PERFECT
By justme 

For once there was a perfect time, filled with perfect, in perfect rhyme.
The laze of man, of thing and things and all the emptiness that human brings
Met with perfect, at the door, dropped it’s bag and cried no more.
Yet human man he soon forgot, built his castle, learned to rot.
Forgot that perfect, held his hand, tolled the roads, ploughed the land.

Then one day when man was old, a moment touched, a silence hold.
Of a perfect day, not noticed then, cared then less, cared not again.
Tis that call that calls him now.
Frets the beads, upon his brow.

For….
…….perfect came and perfect went
A perfect moment, no man has spent
For perfect is as perfect be, perfect touch, as perfect see.
Yes perfect called, this man missed thee
For perfect shouts, so silently.

Perfect kissed with perfect breath
Then perfect looked,
Then perfect,

left.

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved