Dance of Life (12 IMAGES)

[Yes, this is the SPECIAL one I promised. You talk about straight from my HEART? You will understand when you read it and view it. With Love, Amy]

~THE PAST~

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When I was a mere child
of only five years of age
 

 
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I knew my Purpose in Life
and that was to dance Ballet.
 
 
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My desire was denied
and my little girl’s heart died.
 
 
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O’er the years that passion arose
making me truly sad.
 
 

~PRESENT~

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Today my Heart sings lustily
with Great Joy and Jubilation
 
 
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For the Flowers connect with the Dance
my Heart still holds.
 
 
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Now through my camera’s eye
my Heart is revealed
 
 
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And Flowers bow to me
showing me their Dance.
(the Dance that reflects my own)
 
 
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So the little girl who cried
because her wish was denied
 
 
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Today twirls and flies
across the Stage of Life.
 
 
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She stares in wonder and in awe
at the Dance of Life the Flowers dance
 
 
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and in return they fulfill the Purpose
for which her Heart was made.
 
~AmyRose~
 

Photography/Poem 2014©AmyRose

117 thoughts on “Dance of Life (12 IMAGES)

    1. I dance with my camera, now. I dance to LIFE for real. I have had to learn how to dance outside of the realm of dance. When I was 54 years old, I did take Ballet, for a total of 13 lessons. I’ve never done anything harder in my life, and I am very used to being athletic. Thanks for the encouragement. Perhaps next life I will be the Ballerina. Hmmmm??? Maybe this life was focusing on how to be dedicated and learning discipline … all needed to be involved in any kind of dance and be good at it. Big (((HUGS))) for encouraging me!! Thank you! Love, Amy

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    1. I had tears in my eyes when I wrote it. It was a LOT of work putting the photos together, so the tears stayed away. I was weeping though when I wrote this. Thank you for sharing this with me. Again, I am stunned how this post turned out. Love, Amy

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      1. Uncle Spike, I will prove it. When this plant gets larger I will again take its pic. Hehehehehhe This is a Hellebore. I grow flowers. No weeds. Hehehehehehe Yep, LOVE that Daff. She just jumps off the page at ya!!! xx

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    1. Thank you, Indah!!! This post was a lot to put together so it just might be for the entire weekend. Now, I must laugh because when I say these things, Life happens along and proves me wrong. I am just better off not saying anything. And just GO with it. GRIN Love, Amy

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    1. Thank you!!! I seem to dance with all I do. I see life as a stage and it is what you do that counts. I dance and I create beauty. Thank you for being here today! Love, Amy

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  1. I love this so much Amy! 🙂 It touches my heart and makes me feel sad and happy at the same time, but most happy. It makes me want to cheer for you and applaud you, but it makes me want to scold the people who took away your childhood dream when you were a child! (and I am hopeless at scolding, but it is mean to take away a little girl’s dream!!) I am so happy you took the dream back in your own way and that you are now fulfilling it!! I feel so proud of you! and joyful because you have found true joy and fulfillment!! GO AMY, GO AMY!! (I am jumping around here now,,,)

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    1. Oh, Line, you are so wonderful. My parents did not have the money to pay for Ballet lessons for me. My niece got my dream, but as she grew up, she became heavy. I on the other hand, have maintained a dancer’s body. I dance in so many ways, Line, as I see all of Life as a dance. And look how things turned out. I have all this truly magnificent passion in my heart and I am able to portray that through my photography. I swear Mother sees what is in my heart in order for me to do what I am. I honestly am amazed at what is transpiring. I never dreamed I could be this good. I mean it, Line. How I am improving in my photography is a miracle. Hope you have a great weekend, my friend! Love, Amy

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      1. You are a beautiful dancer, a beautiful human being, and an amazing amazing photographer, AND a blessing to us all!! 🙂 I love your blog, and I love everything about you sweet Amy! You are divinely talented for sure! Big hugs, and big wishes for a happy weekend to you lovely Amy Rose!

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      2. Everything you just said about me, turn it around and SEE you in those words, for that is exactly how I feel about you. And how I SEE you. (((HUGS))) Amy

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    2. PS Please don’t be sad about this …. My childhood home was not a happy home and even if my parents couldn’t afford the dance lessons, a loving mother who sees her little girl’s potential would move mountains to at least bring to that little girl some tpye of dance. Where there is a will there is a way. There were just too many children, too much abuse, and not enough love to go around. Please don’t feel sorry for me, Line. I am who I am today because of everything I have experienced. And so, this is GOOD. Love, Amy

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  2. Oh, Amy. I wanted so badly to dance. Where I grew up it was a barren land, barren of dancing and other things. It was forbidden. I am so glad you dance with your flowers. The Hyacinths – I can almost smell their perfume dancing in the wind. What a wonderful gift your gardens have offered you.

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    1. Oh, Susan, I grew up in a barren landscape of a home and I can so relate the forbidden as you say. How sad to stifle a little girl’s dreams and imagination. Yet somehow that little girl survived and she lives today!! And so do you, Susan! That is the beauty of our Strong Souls. Our Light refuses to dim. It may hide for a while, but it is always there. If parents only understood how important it is to observe their children and to encourage them to discover worlds just waiting for them through their natural talents. Unfortunately, parents tend to do what their parents did. I never understood that either, because I was determined NOT to do what my mother did, and so I taught myself how to LOVE. Or rather my Teachers in Spirit taught me. My gardens are a Gift, more then anyone truly knows. They are my Saving Grace. BIG (((HUGS))) to you, Love, Amy

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      1. I did not want to do to my children what my parents did to me, and to a degree I succeeded. But only to a degree. A culture of rigidity reproduces itself almost always. Religion almost always creates rigid cultures.With God’s help, I broke free, but it was not before I had ignored my calling because I listened to what others thought. Fortunately, my children broke free much sooner than I did.

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      2. Susan, that is it in a nutshell. What we are taught is what we know. I rejoice your children broke free earlier then you and I did. It is because of YOU that they did. Just keep that in mind. Even as a child, I questioned religion, and as a teen I broke away from all religion. I haven’t looked back since. xx Amy

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      3. Religion is a man-made construct that destroys souls. The minute they make a rule, they begin to kill and maim. Because no rules are enough to control the followers.

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      4. I know, Susan. Souls were made to be free of rules. Even as a child I questioned. It just didn’t seem right. And that is how I have lived my life. Outside of religion. Every time I tried another church, I “saw” something really wrong, and I turned and left. Not going there. Yeshua deliberately stayed away from religion. Gee, I wonder why. (Hmmmmm…..)

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      5. I attend church when I feel I want or need to. Harry likes going to church at the place where we are affiliated, and really, this Anglican Church is mostly doable if one must have a church. I gave them the double barrel and dumped all of my grievances about churches. They took it and were compassionate. And still are. There are more Sundays than not that I sit at home and read Eckhard Tolle, or Wayne W. Dyer, or just sit and listen.

        Having said all of that, though, there are times when they skirt the edges of my tolerance. But it is much more free than anywhere I have ever been. It was safe enough for me to be able to know what my commision is before God. There are individuals that take the form of the service for worship. I had the care of my mother who had Alzheimer Disease, and I brought her to church, and I saw her inner light begin to glow like I never saw it in all of my life. She loved being there for as long as she could go.

        So, yes, it is an unusual church, but you can bet your bippy that I am hypervigilant. I attend the 8 a.m. service when I go. It’s short, sweet and hard to beat.*giggle* Then it’s home again, home again, jiggety jig.

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      6. I am happy for you, Susan, that you found a “home” that you are comfortable in. I’m a round peg, and I just don’t fit in small boxes.

        I just came in from doing something very hard. My Cookie who has never done this before, downed a red winged black bird. I interrupted yesterday when she did ths, and the bird got away. But it was very injured unable to fly. That bird came to me today. I picked this bird up, got my sharpest knife and decapitated it. I am crying as I write this. I would not allow this bird to suffer one more moment, so I freed its spirit. I buried the body in my Rose garden, praying over it, saying, “Fly Home, Little One, fly Home”. I still shake. I’m stunned this bird was hanging around our barn in plain view for me to see. I am stunned this bird did not fight me. He did not, Susan. He trusted me, God help me! It was over in ONE second, two at the most. Thanks for listening. xx

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      7. Oh, Amy. Now I am crying. The animals know who they can trust to do what needs to be done. I’ve seen it over and over. I’m sorry for your loss.

        You know, I don’t really “fit.” I manage. When I first started going I started in on my usual pick up everything there is to do and get busy. I dropped out of everything except reading the scripture once a month. One of the groups I joined are aggravated with me, but I just can’t. Love you girl. Peace be with you. You did the best thing you could under the circumstances. St. Francis of Assisi is right there with you.

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      8. Thank you, Susan. The tears have stopped and I can feel a brush of wing on my cheek. St. Francis is here with me. (((HUGS))) Amy PS YOU keep being YOU!! xx

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      9. Shaky but better. I now have to make the hard manual switch from feeling wiped for all the tears that fell (my newest post will explain). I’m going around to open windows and to spray my own body fragrance on curtains to get this house smelling light and pretty. No more tears. Only smiles. (((HUGS))) Amy

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  3. OMG the pictures and the writing go together so beautiful. I felt the sadness and also the joy. Your right that you dance with the camera now and touch other people through it. So beautiful and love the story ♥ xoxo

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    1. *tears* My stories are quite something. The words just come, Kathy. I mean it. They just come. And I write them down. Then with the words on my mind, I either look at the photos I already have, or I go out to get more that will match the story. I have no idea where I am going with this, none whatsoever. But it feels so right, and it gives me such JOY to touch others’ Hearts through my work. Bless you, Kathy!!! With Love and (((HUGS))) Amy

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      1. I think the words come since it’s straight from the heart and that’s why they flow so smoothly. They sure match together well. Yes, you definitely give JOY. Bless you Amy ♥

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    1. Yes, Mame!! I had Uncle Spike accuse me of growing pot because photo number one looks like pot he told me. I said uh uh… that is a Hellebore. He didn’t believe me. Oh well. Hehehehehehe xx Amy

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      1. Thank you. I rest my case. It IS a Hellebore. I do know what is in my gardens, that is WHEN I can remember the name of it. Tee Hee. Thanks to you, I remember Hellebore. xx Amy

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  4. This is beautiful Amy, the pictures and the greatest thing of all is that also she was crushed in a way, that little girl you were went on dancing through life with such a special mind! Keep it up my friend, you are wonderful. Good Sunday and all my vest to you, Delvi.

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    1. Oh, Delvi, if you knew how I am crying right now and then reading your encouraging words, bless you. May you have a very special Sunday for reaching out to me with your Love. (((HUGS))) Amy

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    1. Bless you for Blessing me!! Your words touched my Heart deeply and in so doing, lifted my spirits. Thank you for being a part of my life, and coming here to Petals Unfolding! Love, Amy

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  5. you have an amazing dance within life Amy….
    your words whisper of romance within the flow of Nature…
    a love that is defining you and all you touch with your hands and heart…
    Thank you for sharing you….
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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    1. I am so emotional right now, Maryrose, I have not been able to post today nor be online much. I saw your comment and just new I needed to connect to you to say thank you for “seeing”. I have also begun a “Gifting” process that again is very emotional, one that I will be writing about. But for now, I must be with me, quiet to work through the emotions that bubbled up to the surface. I am indeed honored you read my work, and you both feel and know what is happening to me. I am completely humbled by what is transpiring. With Love, and (((HUGS))) Amy

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    1. Honey, I’ve been an emotional wreck over this. For the first time since I opened my blog, I have not been online. I just came on and there you are so I replied. My Heart rejoices that you enjoyed this. Thank you. Every Blessing, Amy

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    1. *blush* Oh, Morgan, this coming from YOU has me humbled. Very humbled. Bless you for seeing the magic, the tremendous story that I created. Thank you SO much!!! Love, Amy

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      1. I am now, Mor. It was not easy writing this, and letting it go. Then it that letting go, I added some more letting go. It is a crisp sunny day here and I am throwing myself into this day with JOY and with gusto. Hard manual switch to SMILES. Love, Amy

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  6. This is beautiful! I love that you found another outlet, another way to ‘dance’. I also like that life is still fulfilling even though the childhood wish wasn’t to be.

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  7. Beautiful! I did dance when I was little, for 8 years, and then I stopped to pursue other things. It’s one of my greatest childhood regrets, as I so loved it. I even wrote a poem about it when I was younger. It’s so beautiful how you now fulfill your dream in other ways, with so much positivity & inspiration! Thank you for sharing your dream fulfilled. Blessings. ♥

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  8. Beautiful pictures, beautiful flowers, beautiful poem from a beautiful heart!
    You are blossoming like the plants you so love! I sense a healing from the plant spirits you walk among. The healing has been going on here as well as I walk and sit among the newly bursting green. Their arms are open and it opens our hearts!
    Love you dear Amy!
    Denise ❤

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    1. Yes, Denise, Mother is healing many Hearts. I see this. I know this. Yes, I am inclusive in those Hearts. The Plant Spirits are very evident this year, deeply compassionate, and very giving. I am in awe at what I see unfolding. Have a Blessed Day, my friend!! Love, Amy

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  9. Reblogged this on Joy of Art Studio and commented:
    I love how Amy Pinkrose combines her reflective writing and her love of photography. I also love her metaphor of dance in her writing and pictures of the flowers that she sees and photographs. Powerful and beautiful work Amy. Joy

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  10. I love how Amy Pinkrose combines her reflective writing and her love of photography. I also love her metaphor of dance in her writing and pictures of the flowers that she sees and photographs. Powerful and beautiful work Amy. I published your work on my blog. Joy

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    1. Joy, I left a comment on your blog, and I also followed you. I thank you from the bottom of my Heart for the reblog and I want you to know, you make my Heart sing when you SEE what I am doing. Bless you!!! Love, Amy

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  11. Amy, what a gorgeous post. So often an early disappointment results in something much greater as we move on and our creativity unfolds. Your floral photos are very special.

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    1. Mary, bless you for your “seeing” eyes. When I hear people’s feedback, especially the ones like yours, I know the Higher Source is truly touching Hearts. I am so touched that you feel the Divine through my work. I am humbled. Love, Amy

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    1. Oh, Sweetheart, how my Heart literally jumped at your words. How you have suffered and how you have overcome!! OH, Bless you! I embrace you tenderly into my arms and tell you, you are LOVED and you are CHERISHED. You reach your dreams right along with me. Together, we shall fly high with nothing stopping us!!! (((HUGS))) Amy

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    1. Cheryl, your statement intrigues me for it is almost as if your words are a “prophesy”. Bless you for being here and thank you for giving me your Golden Words of Love. (((HUGS))) Amy

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      1. I believe we write our prophecy before we step out on the road, but nothing is certain until we choose which direction we will turn. If one were to ascribe to the idea of reincarnation, then I might wonder whether in some other version of your existence if you were indeed a very accomplished dancer and loved it dearly. Perhaos you made a choice for something different. It can be difficult to release what is dear so that we can embrace the new and untried. Trust me when I say the greatest way to gain your heart’s desire is to let go of your perceptions of what that is. Hugs to you too!

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      2. You are absolutely right on, for when I did take Ballet later in life, it felt “familiar” and I was a “natural”. So coming in to this life I still had the “hangover” from a previous life where I was a dancer. And in letting that go, I have poured my passion into my photography. How truly magnificent LIFE is when we step back to view it. Thank you SO much for the way you think. It is cherished here!!! Love, Amy

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      3. And seen She will be through me. If people cannot see there is a Higher Power through my work, then truly they are blind. I am the messenger, yes Gifted with talent, but it is how I am using that talent. My message is Love. And I won’t stop until my last breath. Bless YOU for understanding!! You made my day! Love, Amy

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      1. There you go!!! Listen to your Heart. Tune into Mother, what is around you. “See” with Eyes of Love. And the most magical things shall begin to happen. I have every confidence in you!! (((HUGS))) Amy

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