#EmotionalLandscapes

[danielapelli]

[masato0308-blog1]

Keeping the Warmth, Right Here

Introduction

When I pause for a moment, small scenes gently shimmer deep within my heart. The things that matter most are quietly present here. I've woven these little stories together. May their warmth softly reach someone's heart.

Chapter 1: Spring and New Beginnings

Walking Through a Big Spring with My Little One

On a leisurely morning, I woke up late, having dozed off again. As I sat in a daze, Haru-chan stared at me intently. The moment our eyes met, she slipped into her backpack. —Ah, today is a "let's go out a lot" day. That's how our gentle morning began.

Bathed in spring light, we headed to a park by the mountains, a bit farther than usual. Haru-chan, full of energy from staying home, trotted ahead with her tiny feet. The river sparkled, and the mountain greenery was vividly refreshing. Dandelions swayed in the roadside breeze, and even frogs peeked out leisurely. —Small lives quietly breathe today as well. That ordinary miracle gently warmed my heart.

Cool Tiles and Relaxed Time

On the way back, Haru-chan stopped on the cool tiles near her favorite supermarket. Cars, people, and wind passed by quietly, and she simply watched the flow of the world. When I crouched down beside her and looked up, the sky was endlessly gentle and clear.

A Small Encounter

When she met the eyes of a stranger, Haru-chan dashed over and was happily petted. "She can warm up to strangers so quickly," I thought, watching her. Then Haru-chan tapped me with her paw. —You should talk too. It felt like she was saying that.

Thoughts of Acchan

Watching a small child toddle along, I suddenly thought: —If Acchan and I had a child, would we have walked like this? Seeing the sparkling river, I wished Acchan could see it too. Each time the wind caressed my cheek, I hoped Acchan could feel this breeze. But today, strangely, no tears came. Surely, Acchan is somewhere, gently riding a different wind. Today, too, it's okay.

A Quiet Day

Nothing special happened—a quiet day. Yet, every day, Haru-chan softly delivers messages: "It's okay." "Let's walk together today too." Tomorrow again, we'll walk through the big world with small steps. —Gathering little lights along the way.

Chapter 2: In the Quiet Light

Just a Morning Like That

One morning, I woke up slightly earlier than usual. Soft light gently streamed through the window. In the distance, little birds chirped softly. Beside me, Haru-chan slept soundly. As I gently rose, a small "brrr" sound came. That gentle, trembling, beloved sound. The futon shifted, and Haru-chan peeked out. "Are you getting up? Or a bit more?" Without words, her round eyes quietly asked. I smiled softly and gently asked back, "What shall we do today?" Haru-chan flopped back onto the futon, pressing her warm back against me. Just that. But the morning's stillness and small warmth quietly filled my heart. Light, wind, sounds, and scents—all gently and quietly breathed. I closed my eyes once more. The world breathed softly and quietly.

Returning to Gentle Days

When I opened the door, the two-hour train ride melted away. Unzipping the carrier bag, Haru-chan eagerly jumped out. She walked straight, as if remembering the way. When the front door opened, my mother greeted us with a smile. "Welcome, Haru-sama." Haru-chan licked her face, and my mother, smiling shyly, said, "Thank you, thank you, it's okay," and gently hugged her. I could feel the tension easing from her small body.

The First Step

After exploring the house, Haru-chan dashed into the garden like it was a dog run. Soft sunlight, the warm scent of soil. Haru-chan sniffed the flowers in the flowerbed. Playing tag with me, her fluffy tail bounced, bringing smiles. Embracing the scent of spring, a small adventure began.

Running Through the Light

While playing in the garden, Haru-chan repeatedly returned indoors. She checked on my mother's presence and then dashed outside again. Her small back, bathed in light, expanded in my heart. She ran through the sparkling garden with her tiny feet.

Relaxation Time

After playing to her heart's content, Haru-chan sank into her favorite cushion and began to sleep quietly. My mother and I listened to her breathing, simply watching over her. Warm afternoon light quietly and slowly filled the room.

Little Adventurer

Suddenly, I saw Haru-chan skillfully moving a bag with her nose, quietly climbing the stairs. "Haru-chan, where did you go?" When I called out with a laugh, she turned back with a face that seemed to say, "You found me." My mother and I looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Before Saying Goodbye

In the evening, even when it was time to leave, Haru-chan didn't want to get into the bag. Dozing on the sofa, her eyes said, "I want to stay here longer." Enticed with a treat, she finally entered the carrier, and my mother quietly murmured, "It's like a confessional." Her voice was as quiet as a prayer. My mother offered a small prayer. We gently returned to our gentle days.

Chapter 3: The Warmth of That Day

Memories of Running in the Night Park

At night, in an empty park, Acchan, Haru-chan, and I walked together. "Masato-san, watch me," Acchan said happily. Haru-chan started running in a big circle. Round and round, her small body danced in the night air. Acchan, holding the leash, spun around at the center. Both of them laughed joyfully. Watching them, my heart gently warmed. The night wind was a bit chilly, but their laughter softly warmed the air. That night's laughter still quietly echoes somewhere in my heart.

Bicycle Adventure and Getting Lost

Acchan and I rode bicycles home after work. "This way is shorter," Acchan said, entering a narrow residential street. "What a big house," "This road is narrow, be careful!" Laughing, Acchan pedaled forward, looking only ahead. Due to the aftereffects of illness, Acchan's field of vision was slightly narrow, so I rode slightly behind, protecting her. The winding, narrow road gradually darkened, and before we knew it, we were lost in an unfamiliar town. "Where are we?" Laughing together, we kept pedaling. It felt like a childhood adventure. An odd adventure of an uncle and aunt. When we finally reached a familiar road, blurred stars twinkled in the night sky. "It's still Tuesday," we laughed

[tmarshconnors]

A Journey through Loss and Love

In the vast realm of dreams, there are moments that linger in our minds long after we wake. One such dream took me to a place unknown, where I encountered a lost girl in a world that transcended reality. Her tears spoke volumes, and as I delved into her story, I discovered a tapestry of memories that held the essence of her being.

The Enigmatic Encounter:

It began with a mysterious setting — neither familiar nor foreign. I found myself standing before a girl, her eyes reflecting an ocean of sorrow. She was crying, and my instinct was to comfort her. "What happened?" I asked, seeking to understand the source of her anguish. Her reply echoed in the space around us, "I lost everybody."

Navigating the Landscape of the Mind:

As I probed further, questioning our whereabouts, she uttered words that sent shivers down my spine: "We are in my mind." The scenery around us morphed into an enchanting panorama, bursting with colors and emotions. It was a place where reality blended seamlessly with the surreal, like a painting brought to life. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded us.

A Puzzling Paradox:

Confounded by the paradox of her serene mind despite the profound loss she claimed to have suffered, I couldn't resist asking the question that lingered in my thoughts. "Why is your mind so beautiful and peaceful if you've lost everybody?" She met my gaze, her eyes telling a tale of wisdom beyond her years. "Yes, I lost everybody, but not everything. I don't have tears of sadness; I have tears of love."

Tears of Love: Her words resonated in the air, and the realization struck me like a gentle breeze. In this dreamscape, amidst the fragments of her memories, she found solace in the love she once knew. The tears that adorned her cheeks were not born of sorrow but were rather a manifestation of the profound love etched into the canvas of her mind.

A Journey through Memories:

As I continued to explore her mental landscape, I witnessed moments of joy, laughter, and shared experiences. Each memory was a brushstroke, creating a masterpiece that defined her existence. The people she lost were not gone; they lived on within the vivid tapestry of her recollections.

The dream unfolded like a poignant narrative, leaving an indelible mark on my waking consciousness. In the heart of her mind, I discovered the resilience of the human spirit — an ability to transform loss into a celebration of love. This dream served as a reminder that even in the face of profound sadness, the beauty of cherished memories can illuminate the darkest corners of our minds. Perhaps, in the dreamscape of our own minds, we too can find solace and unearth the treasures of love that endure beyond the boundaries of time and space.

[joelekm]

Aasmaan Ke Paar | Karthik Mohan | Rockford

Take a nostalgic trip down memory lane as Karthik Mohan lends his soulful touch to the timeless melody of "Aasmaan Ke Paar" from the cinematic gem, Rockford. In this heartfelt cover, Karthik weaves his musical magic, breathing new life into the beloved soundtrack of an era.

[wilsonincblog]

Echoes of the Heart: Navigating the Landscape of Arrogance and Selfishness

#EchoesOfTheHeart, #NavigatingRelationships, #RedFlagAwareness, #BeyondArrogance, #HeartfeltConnections, #BuildingBridges, #EmotionalLandscapes, #RecognizeAndRise, #BoundariesNotWalls, #DeepBonds

Daily writing promptWhat personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?View all responses Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com Throughout my journey of life, I’ve encountered souls that left lasting imprints, both delightful and cautionary. Each face and name etched in my memory carries with it a story of joy, growth, or sometimes, lessons learned the hard way. One particular…

[gingerbredman1989]

The Weight of the Sky

[symbolicdeath]

The boy felt something break.

Not cleanly.

More like discovering your skeleton has been keeping time with the wrong century— click click click of bone on bone, searching for the year you were supposed to be born whole.

— symbolicdeath

[weekendchilltimeblog]

"This isn’t just grass. It’s the escape your soul has been searching for 🌿"

Ever felt like the world is just too loud sometimes? Like you just want to sink into silence, disappear in peace, and let go... That’s what this moment feels like — ☁️ No noise 🌿 Just nature 🖤 Just you

But here’s the twist — what if this feeling… could last forever?

👉 See what happens next 👈 Tap the link. Let the silence pull you in.

[dvktheartist]

The sigh of distant gardens

Where rivers mirror the sky and gardens murmur to the dusk, a city drifts between memory and dream as a quiet longing wrapped in light.

[adriftpoetry]

Dissociation Station

In the station of detachment, I stand, A passenger lost in the vast expanse of no man's land. The platform echoes with the silence of my mind, As the train of thoughts leaves reality behind.

Faces pass like fleeting shadows in the mist, In this station of dissociation, where time does not exist. The ticket to presence lost, misplaced, In the corridors of numbness, I wander, spaced.

Each platform a realm of fragmented dreams, Reality dissolves in elusive streams. The announcement speakers murmur in disarray, As I navigate the labyrinth where thoughts decay.

Trains of emotion thunder through, unheard, In this station of detachment, where feelings are blurred. The timetable of self, a puzzle unsolved, As the echoes of existence remain unresolved.

No destination, no arrival, only departure, In this dissociation station, a silent departure. A one-way ticket to a realm unknown, Where the self journeys, suspended and alone.

Faces blend into a canvas of anonymity, In this station of dissociation, a surreal symphony. The whistle of the train, a distant cry, As I linger in the echoes, wondering why.

Dissociation station, a transient abode, A place where fragments of the self erode. In the waiting room of detachment, I reside, Lost in the station where the self can hide. -adriftpoetry

[slabetskyartdeco]

“The Eye of Essence: A Soul’s Abstract Portrait”

An abstract, symbolic self-portrait of a woman’s inner world — told through cosmic geometry and emotional landscape.

Pyramids rise like thoughts from the unconscious, dissolving into a swirling eye — the all-seeing spirit, where perception becomes creation.

From the eye blooms a rose — the essence of femininity, vulnerability, and transformation — emerging on the horizon of a setting sun.

The zodiac sign appears as a hidden code, a whisper from the stars that shaped her being.

This wall becomes a canvas of memory, mystery, and metaphysical presence.

#AbstractArt #SymbolicPortrait #VenetianPlasterArt #MysticalArt #DecorativePainting #ArtWithSoul #ZodiacSymbolism #EyeOfTheSoul #EmotionalLandscape #ContemporaryMural #ModernAlchemy #SpiritualArt #ArtBySlabetskyi #VisionaryArtist #InnerWorldOnWalls #AutobiographicalArt #FeminineMystique #SurrealSymbolism #SacredGeometryArt

[danielapelli]

it's a good day to have a good day 🧡

[atelierdart]

Cavalieri erranti . Acrylics, gold and Silver on plywood board 75x75x1,5 cm . @revolver_artgallery #in_abstractpage #viewartgallery #fineart #artoftheday #texturedpainting #artwork #art #mist #landscapeart #buyartonline #ownart #artoninstagram #emotionallandscapes #originalart #artforsale #artforsalebyartist #interiordesign #tartgalleries #northernartists #markmaking #texture #expressionism #galleryart #expressivepainting #britishcontemporaryart #britishcontemporarypainting #intuitivepainting #mountainart #evocativeart #atmosphericpainting (presso San Gimignano) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVGR9z1Nt7U/?utm_medium=tumblr

[unfoldingnarratives]

Let's dance. Let's resonate to the pulse of the universe. Let's sway and explore this feeling with no expectations of tomorrow. Let's enjoy the differences that make us who we are. Let's dance. Photography by @knu.kim #sculpture #terracotta #glaze #madrid #ritualsthatfeellikehome #spacesinbetween #letsdance #emotionallandscapes https://www.instagram.com/p/COSP03uD9hz/?igshid=19u4brnvbik7m

[playpoem]

Rustle by playpoem * HR, acrylic on canvas, 73 x 92 cm, 2020

[erisis]

Mood. #emotionallandscapes #trans #adventurer #photographer #coastalhome #photography #iphoneography #capecod #provincetown #saltmarsh #lowtide #lighthouse #massachusetts #home (at Wood End Light) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4QIVZBTn3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=n9k4oytmgijb