Showing posts with label beach findings photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach findings photos. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

‘Holding the Circle – The Circle Holding Us’



The large pebble stone found on the sandy Findhorn Beach holds a ring, an ellipse, a circle. It is one of the many beautiful patterns nature gives us. Ancient rock formations of different minerals fusing together. Granite, quartz, Lewisian Gneiss, sand- and limestone… Time leaving its marks of ellipses and lines with which every pebble gives us it own story. 
Our beach is full of stories.
Natural circles have been known since the beginning of time, like in the sun, moon, whirls in water or wind. They have been observed and have inspired our civilisation to develop geometry, astronomy and many inventions.
We say that every circle is a magic circle, a sacred circle. In a circle of people coming together an extra energy of spirit is present.
We draw a circle of protection. I remember drawing a large circle during a quest in the Sahara desert to mark my territory; creating a safe space.  At home in the Findhorn community to attune at the start and end of a gathering or job as well as to bless the food we come together in a circle while holding hands.
And the circle is holding us.

‘Holding the Circle- The Circle Holding Us’ was part of a photoArt exhibition in the Blue Angel CafĂ© in the Universal Hall Findhorn in October - November 2012 with other canvas photowork. 

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Waves are coming in - at Findhorn Beach



Regularly I go beachcombing at Findhorn Beach after a high tide, when the pebble beach gives space again to the endless sands. Then you can see the seals sunbathing on the banks far out in the sea where once was a village. Then, especially in spring and autumn, there are lots of ‘findings’ to catch at this part of the Moray coastline. Aplenty of colourful seaweed are coming in with the high tides from the deep ocean. Kelp, Pod razor shells, Red Rags, Sea Oak and Lettuce, and all kind of Wrack: bladder, flat, horned, knotted or toothed. Sometimes tree stems and branches and leaves in all autumn colours are brought back in by the river water, carrying the memories of a summer in the forests of the Scottish Highlands.
‘There is so much magnificence near the ocean
Waves are coming in’ *
·     *  as sung by Miten and Deva Premal
© Adriana Sjan Bijman PhotoArt, October 2011