Definitely a collage moment - chose a car to link a high-carbon lifestyle with frogs. Loupe is a great tool that finds pictures for you and I like that you can click on the images to see the originals and see other links on the web you might not have thought of. Shame it doesn't easily resize...
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It's in the cards...
Ulmer mentions the Tower tarot card as a symbol of disaster and change. It made me think about symbolism associated with frogs and I checked out two card decks and provide the links below. The pictures are nice too :)
From Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson with images by Angela C. Werneke. Image link courtesy of The Purple Pathe
Frog (and frog people) cleanses negativity from the environment. Importance of relaxing and replenishing our own energy so that we can support others in turn - cleansing of self linked to cleansing of the land (see Lady Wolfdreams for full quote of card text).
From The Druid Animal Oracle by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm with images by Bill Worthington. Image link courtesy of Indigo Readings Blog
I love Bill Worthington's images - always more than they appear at first sight. In this case, it's not just the frog and frogspawn, but also the toadstools, cranberry (also called frogberry) and the frog's spindle (orchid). Willow is there too, as willow is linked to water like frog.
Card represents sensitivity, medicine and hidden beauty and power. Interesting that it is the sensitive and delicate skin of the frog which is a weakness when facing a polluted world that is its strength here - teaching us sensitivity to others and to our environment. Again, encouraging us to heal ourselves - "the frog brings medicine, and medicine brings healing". Speaks of marrying the frog (makes me think of the Frog Prince fairy tale) - facing difficult circumstances will bring us rich "rewards" in the end. Brings us full circle to the Tower - change might be difficult, but all we can do is hope that positive change brings positive rewards...
From Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson with images by Angela C. Werneke. Image link courtesy of The Purple Pathe
Frog (and frog people) cleanses negativity from the environment. Importance of relaxing and replenishing our own energy so that we can support others in turn - cleansing of self linked to cleansing of the land (see Lady Wolfdreams for full quote of card text).
I love Bill Worthington's images - always more than they appear at first sight. In this case, it's not just the frog and frogspawn, but also the toadstools, cranberry (also called frogberry) and the frog's spindle (orchid). Willow is there too, as willow is linked to water like frog.
Card represents sensitivity, medicine and hidden beauty and power. Interesting that it is the sensitive and delicate skin of the frog which is a weakness when facing a polluted world that is its strength here - teaching us sensitivity to others and to our environment. Again, encouraging us to heal ourselves - "the frog brings medicine, and medicine brings healing". Speaks of marrying the frog (makes me think of the Frog Prince fairy tale) - facing difficult circumstances will bring us rich "rewards" in the end. Brings us full circle to the Tower - change might be difficult, but all we can do is hope that positive change brings positive rewards...
My disaster
I've noticed, with my choice of movie clips in this activity, that my inner child has a strong connection with frogs (or toads). I hadn't realised that before doing this.
I can also think of two connections between frogs and me in my life - like Ulmer's activities, I'll write this in the third person to see if that gives me an external view of my internal experience (or something like that anyway :) )
Where's Beany Frog?
With a child's simplicity of thought, Beany Frog was exactly that - a bean-bag frog, handmade with big, bulbous, beady eyes. He was probably more of a toad, the adults thought, but to her he was Beany Frog.
He had a pleasant hissy, floppy way of moving and was a satisfying, dense and comforting weight in her small hands. And then one day, he was gone.
"Where did you last have him?" she was asked. That was a silly question - he was Beany Frog, he was always there. But not this time.
She was very upset, nothing could replace him - he left a space in her life much bigger than would be expected for a beanbag toy. She learnt what it meant to lose something important, something that, for all the wishing in the world, couldn't be brought back, not even by her parents and they could do anything!
One day, many years in the future, the family were packing up the house to move to a foreign land. The mother was sorting old toys and games into piles - for charity, for friends, for keeping. Then, she laughed and her sensible, grown-up daughter looked to see why.
As her mother turned, she held up a non-descript bundle of floppy material. The beans hissed through the flexible body and Beany Frog appeared. The daughter took him and felt the satisfying weight in her sensible, grown-up hand. She put him on her pile of belongings to move with the family.
He was back; he would stay this time. He was Beany Frog and he was always there.
Treefrogs in Canada
Two friends, Q and Z, sat down to talk. They had finished their undergraduate study and they wanted to celebrate.
The money saved this year wasn't in a pot for university; time for a holiday. They didn't have to be back for the new academic year, they were free.
And, they agreed, they were going to Canada - big spaces, big skies, big bagels. Q had family there, an aunt and uncle, a place they could stay, and they would travel to other places, take their time and absorb and learn.
The aunt and uncle lived in a house in a national park, a protected area. Z had just completed her degree in zoology, and was in seventh heaven, much to the concern of Q and her aunt.
"Just so long as I don't wake up and find you've brought the frogs into the house!" Q said.
Because there were frogs - hundreds of frogs. Z listened to them that first night, what a glorious sound! (Listen to the treefrog (c)Doug Von Gausig) In the daytime, she peeped behind the postbox, under the eaves, any dark place and there they were, snug in the shade and peeping back. At night, they came out, covering the ground - little frogs everywhere.
She found, if she sat on the ground and stayed very still, they would come to her. They didn't like any sudden movement; they vanished when her friend tried to take a picture so the only memory remains in her mind.
She would sit there with tiny frogs over and around her; she was a thing to be climbed. Best of all was when they wandered up her hands - if she moved very slowly, she could bring the hand closer and look at the tiny creature holding on to her finger with perfect fingerpads. The careful way they would turn, placing each finger gently; the speed they would jump away if she moved too quickly. She learned to move calmly and s l o w l y.
She would look at the frog, and the frog would look at her, and time stopped - for as long as the frog chose to stay.
I can also think of two connections between frogs and me in my life - like Ulmer's activities, I'll write this in the third person to see if that gives me an external view of my internal experience (or something like that anyway :) )
Where's Beany Frog?
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| This is my Beany Frog |
He had a pleasant hissy, floppy way of moving and was a satisfying, dense and comforting weight in her small hands. And then one day, he was gone.
"Where did you last have him?" she was asked. That was a silly question - he was Beany Frog, he was always there. But not this time.
She was very upset, nothing could replace him - he left a space in her life much bigger than would be expected for a beanbag toy. She learnt what it meant to lose something important, something that, for all the wishing in the world, couldn't be brought back, not even by her parents and they could do anything!
One day, many years in the future, the family were packing up the house to move to a foreign land. The mother was sorting old toys and games into piles - for charity, for friends, for keeping. Then, she laughed and her sensible, grown-up daughter looked to see why.
As her mother turned, she held up a non-descript bundle of floppy material. The beans hissed through the flexible body and Beany Frog appeared. The daughter took him and felt the satisfying weight in her sensible, grown-up hand. She put him on her pile of belongings to move with the family.
He was back; he would stay this time. He was Beany Frog and he was always there.
Treefrogs in Canada
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| By Duncan Rawlinson (thelastminute) |
The money saved this year wasn't in a pot for university; time for a holiday. They didn't have to be back for the new academic year, they were free.
And, they agreed, they were going to Canada - big spaces, big skies, big bagels. Q had family there, an aunt and uncle, a place they could stay, and they would travel to other places, take their time and absorb and learn.
The aunt and uncle lived in a house in a national park, a protected area. Z had just completed her degree in zoology, and was in seventh heaven, much to the concern of Q and her aunt.
"Just so long as I don't wake up and find you've brought the frogs into the house!" Q said.
Because there were frogs - hundreds of frogs. Z listened to them that first night, what a glorious sound! (Listen to the treefrog (c)Doug Von Gausig) In the daytime, she peeped behind the postbox, under the eaves, any dark place and there they were, snug in the shade and peeping back. At night, they came out, covering the ground - little frogs everywhere.
She found, if she sat on the ground and stayed very still, they would come to her. They didn't like any sudden movement; they vanished when her friend tried to take a picture so the only memory remains in her mind.
She would sit there with tiny frogs over and around her; she was a thing to be climbed. Best of all was when they wandered up her hands - if she moved very slowly, she could bring the hand closer and look at the tiny creature holding on to her finger with perfect fingerpads. The careful way they would turn, placing each finger gently; the speed they would jump away if she moved too quickly. She learned to move calmly and s l o w l y.
She would look at the frog, and the frog would look at her, and time stopped - for as long as the frog chose to stay.
Froggy World Phrasr
Love this - put in the words or sentence that works with your theme and hey presto, a lovely wee combined image. Simple, but I like it.
Froggy World by Sharon
...or create your own, it even finds the photos for you!
Froggy World by Sharon
...or create your own, it even finds the photos for you!
Advert - The Perfect Lawn
This grabbed my attention but I couldn't think how to make it work as an advert - Jean-Charles de Castelbajac kills Kermit the Frog (and friends)
And this makes me laugh and laugh :). Notice the "American" beer is brewed in the EU - does that make it a low-carbon "local" brewery? :)
In the end, I thought about the EverGreen advert:
I thought that perhaps a new version would incorporate advice from Freddie on having a frog (and hedgehog) friendly lawn - wouldn't look as nice as the images, a little bit more overgrown and boggy, but still beautiful - easy, peasy. Interesting how advertising encourages us to "make" something that nature can do quite well on its own, though maybe it depends on your definition of "perfect"
And this makes me laugh and laugh :). Notice the "American" beer is brewed in the EU - does that make it a low-carbon "local" brewery? :)
In the end, I thought about the EverGreen advert:
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| Image linked from SourceWire News Distribution article |
I thought that perhaps a new version would incorporate advice from Freddie on having a frog (and hedgehog) friendly lawn - wouldn't look as nice as the images, a little bit more overgrown and boggy, but still beautiful - easy, peasy. Interesting how advertising encourages us to "make" something that nature can do quite well on its own, though maybe it depends on your definition of "perfect"
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