Of Flowers and Lights. Love Letter To India #1

“It is true of the most beautiful flowers ~ in a flash of power and life, they rise up from the ground, burst open their silky petals, releasing an intoxicating miracle pollen into the skies for the admiration of bird, bee and man. The epitome of vibrancy, of vivacity, and of ephemeral beauty. Then, one by one their petals fall, back down to the ground; their stems wither and snap in the wind: a perfect marriage between progress and decay. Once again their magic is gone, sinking down into the earth, stirring root and worm.

But some of the rarest flowers are denied such a temporal existence. They are plucked in their prime, firmly pressed between sheets of glass, or a decent book, pinned down and forever frozen to time and nature. A beauty immortalised and held…”

Words are a wonderful thing. Memory is a wonderful thing, especially if it is expressed truly and simply. We shouldn’t dwell fully on the past, for sure. But I think to walk through its scenes brings no real harm from time to time, providing it is not a great distraction for the waters of present; of the mind. Still, for all these things, I would say that some things are better said without words… some things are better left to the unspoken melody that exists between and binds all tangible things.

Recent times have given me the chance to swim a little in that great wide pool of remembrance, and, especially, to move a little through my time in India ~ a strange, wonderful, and wholly mysterious land. I spent a few months walking hill, city and jungle, back in time. I remember it well! It was my first trip shooting digital (beforehand I had been living in Italy as some of you loyal readers may recall, shooting on my old film camera all those classical scenes). Italy+Film to India+Digital was quite a jump back then…

Drag the arrows and slide between the frames …from Italy to India

It was spectacular! I feel sick, excited, alive even writing about it now. The memory is so strong. A pungent scent, fresh and overpowering, like the strongest pollen of the most exotic flower. So many photos from that time! Many I have never shared. So… I do so now, in a series of posts from the ‘archive’ …a few pages that never saw the light of day, or were lost at the back of this Aesthete’s tattered old diary. Recomposed together now. A little sonata. A simple pictorial love letter, a tribute to India, from my heart.

Part 1.
et lumina florum
of Flowers and Lights

“What was hard to bear is sweet to remember.” — Indian proverb

Take your time. Drink each scene in, and find your own narrative…

“If your mirror be broken, look into still water; but have a care that you do not fall in.” ~ Indian Proverb

Above a Hindu priest leaves his shrine. One of thousands of photos I took wandering alone around the backstreets and neighbourhoods of Bangalore, Karnataka. The vibrancy of life in these places is unfathomable. People here are alive, seemingly more aware of life’s jewels, treasures of existence; closer to the fragility and very fabric of time. When a man has less to hold, he is more freely able to give…

Sitting on the rooftop of the house I lived in for a little time in Bangalore, Karnataka. I used to love watching the hawks flying by above my head, the cacophony of hustle and bustle rising from the streets below, the bells of the temples and call to prayer seemingly every hour or so. Cows and goats, buyers and sellers, children playing cricket, stray dogs, mopeds, bicycles, rickshaws, dust, heat and dirt. There was a beautiful Jain temple on the corner of my street. I would often walk around, barefoot, just to feel the cool, richly-carved marble mosaics beneath my feet. I never saw a single Westerner anywhere in these areas. Not one. In weeks and weeks. I realised I was more than just a tourist, or visitor here, when one night during heavy monsoon rains, I was the only nutjob running carelessly through the streets, leaping over puddles and piles of trash, when suddenly I hear my name being called from among the crowds of people lining the streets taking shelter under the shopfronts. “James, James!” – it was an Indian friend of mine beckoning me over to take shelter too. I did, briefly, before convincing him to join me and run through the streets wildly, laughing as we went. Outwardly it is chaos, inwardly, in the pools of my soul, it is an entirely different existence, a peace which passeth all understanding. 🌹

I travelled so much this land, chasing its many beauties; its flowers and lights…

So many things, feelings, I could never put into words. One day I will sing them to you… My pen will make sweet music, of devotion, of life… of Truth. Do not doubt the lips of the heart… Let your body be humbled, and your life be the richest song. If I told you the full truth of my life, you would not believe me… You would say ‘he lies’… But one day I pray you will be ready. My dear soul, do not believe your own illusion! Do not seek yourself in the world. Seek the world in you… Find the oasis in your spirit, and forget the mirage. All true travellers know the perils of mirage… it leads to an endless and unquenchable thirst.

Some stories are better told not so openly, but… in beauty, simplicity and love. A secret kind of devotion, visible to all, yet understandable to only some…

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God bless you all! Comments and shares are always appreciated. I love interacting with you all when and wherever I can. It is truly a beautiful and inspiring thing for me to read through the comments across this website, and to connect with your souls. Take care my friends. This life only ends when we stop breathing… sort of. Take heart and do not be afraid of what man can do in the world. Be more afraid of a world without God, a life without Truth and a race without Love.

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  1. Thank you for following my blog. Your photographs are amazing and you must have thousands in your portfolio. How on earth do you keep track of them? I’ve spent a long time looking at them and really enjoyed the exdperience.

    1. Thank you too my dear !! I do have so many. I often lose and discover my own memories! Many cards and hard drives laying around… I do adore photography, and the art of story telling. Still so much to share and God willing more stories and journeys to come. Love to you, Jx

  2. James, your Love letter to India, touched my heart and the love I have for India. Every single image moved me, since I had been on a solo female travel to India a few years ago, a dream I had since I was young. India is so close to my heart, with all the amazing experiences I was blessed with and your images totally represent what I have seen and touched. Thank you so much for sharing your love to India, stay safe and be happy any given moment.

    1. I am so happy this reached into your heart Cornelia ! What an honour. India truly is a wonderful, bizarre, powerful and vibrant place. I met such love in the people’s hearts. Those who see only the outer things are unable to travel in such places sadly… it is not a land for the judgmental. It is not a perfect land, by any means !! But… I do believe all places can teach us and India certainly taught me many many things… So many. I am still dazzled by its beauties, its nature, people and formations. I pray to make it back there soon and document more and hopefully even make some short films.

      Plenty more of these Love Letters to India coming up my friend ! I have such a collection of photos from that time I figured sharing them together, simply, was the best way… they speak their own language and story.

      God bless you abundantly, my joy!

  3. Beautiful photos. I especially love the little green insect. When were you in India?

    My work partner and my work continues daily, 24/7 and we are getting closer and closer to helping bring in the new timeline. Abundance will be part of the new timeline so then you will have all you need! I, myself, have been living on faith and a few donations here and there for almost 8 years. This work I am doing is all consuming.

    Blessings to you my friend.
    Love, katelon

    1. Yes that green insect is bizarre and wonderful ! I have no idea what it is. I was there back in 2015. You’ve been on this journey 8 years?! A very similar timeline to the beginning of my travels, both in and out… although of course we have both been travelling a lot longer than in truth.

      Praying and working always for the Light to come !
      Darkness has been playing ruler for too too long.
      I do believe there is quite the storm to come before our rebirth however… birth has its pains and joys.

      Love to you always, my friend. Jx

      1. There has been quite the storm for the last 6 years. I’ve been attacked daily and sometimes more than once a day. So NOW is the time for the birth to be winessed…not later. This labor has been long enough and I’ve worked on.this shift really for millions and millions of years.

  4. Hi James

    Thanks for another follow. Looking for a reblog button for your great posts (may be just a WordPress feature). .

    All the best with your blog

    “early bird” waking up sleepy-head” c


    Don’t worry about the world ending today…

    it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand

    1. Hello Craig, always lovely to hear from you. Not quite sure where the reblog button has gone. WordPress always seem to be changing things around these days. All the best to you my friend !

      1. Thanks, James and same for you. Also for another follow. Will see if I press your great posts on my main wordpress blog and perhaps follow you (once I get a bit of time and catch up)
        Happy travelling
        “the world’s absolutely worst photographer” (still learning how to press the button the button and fit in a head at the same time)
        Take care and have FUN on your fascinating journey of faith
        “multi-tasking “c

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