Settle into stillness.
Let the body find its ease.
No need to force anything.
Just… be.
Aware of the breath,
the gentle rise and fall of the chest,
or the subtle movement in the abdomen.
Anchor yourself here,
in this present moment.
(2:00)The breath,
a quiet rhythm.
In…
and out…
Notice the subtle pause between breaths.
A moment of stillness within the movement.
A space of pure potentiality.
(4:00)Thoughts drift by,
like clouds across the sky.
Observe them without judgment.
Don't chase after them.
Don't push them away.
Simply acknowledge their presence and let them pass.
(6:00)Silence.
(8:00)Now, bring your awareness inward. Imagine a landscape within. Your internal world. It might be a vast plain, a tangled forest, a bustling city, or a quiet garden. There is no right or wrong. It is your landscape.
(10:00) Begin to explore this inner world. Who inhabits this space? What do you see? What do you feel?
(12:00) You might encounter different parts of yourself. Perhaps there’s a part that feels joyful and carefree, a part that carries sadness or fear, a part that’s driven and ambitious, or a part that simply wants to rest. These are your inner family.
(14:00) Acknowledge these parts. Welcome them. They are all welcome here. Each one has a story to tell, a need to express.
(16:00) Perhaps you encounter a part that feels burdened. A part that carries the weight of the world. Ask it, gently, what it needs. What support can you offer?
(18:00)
Silence.
(20:00)
Maybe you meet a part that’s full of energy and enthusiasm. A part that’s ready to take on any challenge. Acknowledge its strength and vitality.
(22:00) Perhaps there’s a part that feels lost or confused. Offer it reassurance. Let it know that it’s not alone. That you are there, present and supportive.
(24:00) Each part has a wisdom to share. Listen with curiosity and compassion. What can you learn from each member of your inner family?
(26:00) Imagine bringing these parts together. Creating a sense of harmony and connection within your inner landscape. A community of selves, each one valued and respected.
(28:00) Silence.
(30:00) Now, bring your awareness back to the breath. The gentle rhythm of in and out. Anchor yourself once again in the present moment.
(32:00) Notice the sensations in your body. The feeling of the air on your skin, the weight of your body against the support beneath you.
(34:00) Thoughts will continue to arise. Acknowledge them and let them go. Return your focus to the breath, to the present moment.
(36:00) Imagine a gentle light filling your inner landscape. A light of warmth and healing. Let this light soothe and nourish all the parts of yourself.
(38:00) See each part bathed in this loving light. Feel a sense of peace and integration within.
(40:00) Silence.
(42:00) Remember, this inner landscape is always available to you. A place of refuge, a source of wisdom, a community of selves.
(44:00) Now, bring your awareness back to the outer world. Notice the sounds around you, the light in the room.
(46:00) Wiggle your fingers and toes. Gently stretch your body. Allow yourself to slowly transition back to your waking consciousness.
(48:00) Carry this sense of inner peace and connection with you throughout your day. Remember that you are not alone. You have a whole community within, ready to support you on your journey.
(50:00) Silence.
(52:00) As you go about your day, remember the wisdom of your inner family. Listen to their guidance. Offer them compassion. And know that you are loved, supported, and whole.
(54:00) The world is both inside and out. A ceaseless flow. A shifting landscape of perception. You are the awareness that witnesses it all.
(56:00) Take a few more deep breaths. And when you’re ready, gently open your eyes.
(58:00) Silence.
(60:00) End of meditation.
a portrait of joyful fluffy pink rabbits sensual picnic in a scenic environment by Artist A, Artist B
other flavours are available, many people use 1.5, its good, but lets see if we can find a good workflow using sdxl
online working options
stable hoarde
draw things on Mac
etc.
visit one of the sdxl artist style studies pages, for example
choose 3 interesting and oddly compatible artists, the idea is to collage 3 very different but complimentarty styles to getether. It is fine to pick one or two favourite artists but try and find at least one new one that is surprising and new. try and let the body instinct make the decisions rather thatn the mind. trust your first hunch
2 rabbits joyfully being in a dreamy landscape by the ruins of a small garden pavillion being repaired
add basic negative prompt from here
add the artist names in to one of the simple prompts below, and run a bunch of generations.
change the order of the artists and see if there is a difference
now we have a lot of images, how do we rapidly evaluate and classify and process them ?
we are looking for free, online is fine, with the possibility to rank and group them
Usagi no Usao, they called him, though he was more worry than rabbit, a twitching of whiskers and thump of hind-foot that spoke of distant carrots and sugar-snow mountains never seen. He carried elsewhere in his heart, a constant yearning, like the echo of wind in a hollow reed. His fur was the color of dust motes in a sunbeam, his eyes the pale amber of old honey, and he moved through the world as if it were a thin veil, half-seen, half-felt.
"If only—" he’d murmur, his voice like the rustle of dry leaves, gazing at the horizon's faint smudge. "If only I were there…" But there shifted with his gaze, a phantom country built of longing.
One dawn, when the light had the pearly opacity of dreams, Usao gathered his few possessions: a single carrot (for even dreams required sustenance) and a scrap of paper marked with lines he believed were a map, though they were more like the tracings left by snails. He left his burrow, a small disturbance in the dew-kissed grass, a departure as quiet as the fall of a feather.
His journey began at the Whispering Brook, where the water murmured secrets in a language he almost understood but couldn't quite grasp. He launched himself upon a broad lily pad, envisioning a river that flowed with the sweet tang of melons. The pad turned languid circles, tethered to its root, a microcosm of his quest. Disappointment, soft as moss, settled upon him. He ate his carrot, slowly, thoughtfully, and for the first time, he tasted the sun in it, the earth's quiet generosity. It was a taste he’d never noticed in the carrots grown in his own garden, a garden he’d always considered merely here.
He climbed the Solitary Pine, its needled branches whispering of heights and vistas. He sought the sugar-snow peaks, their imagined sweetness a balm to his restless spirit. The climb was long, the pine’s scent sharp and clean. From the summit, the world spread out, a tapestry of greens and browns, familiar yet strangely new. His village lay nestled amongst the folds of the land, smoke rising in thin, graceful lines – a quiet calligraphy against the sky. He saw the pattern of his life there, the intricate weave of kinship and belonging, a pattern he’d been too busy looking beyond to truly see.
Then came the Cave of Echoes, a mouth in the earth that promised both terror and revelation. He entered, drawn by the whisper of the unknown. Darkness swallowed him, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and ancient stone. Two lights pierced the gloom, startling him, until he saw they were the eyes of a lost firefly, its tiny spark a defiance against the vast dark. He guided it out, a small act of grace in the face of oblivion. As they walked, the firefly spoke of the meadows, their luminous dance a counterpoint to the cave's stillness. Usao listened, not to the words, but to the silence between them, the unspoken understanding that bloomed in the shared dark.
He returned as dusk painted the sky in hues of plum and rose, the colors of homecoming. His mother stood at the entrance to his burrow, her silhouette etched against the fading light. Her embrace was warm, her scent familiar – the scent of dandelion stew and woodsmoke, the scent of here.
That night, as the moon traced its silent arc across the sky, Usao lay in his burrow, the familiar earth beneath him, the soft weight of his mother’s presence nearby. He had sought a there to complete him, only to find that here contained all he had ever needed. The yearning was gone, replaced by a quiet acceptance, a sense of belonging as deep and ancient as the roots of the Solitary Pine. He was home. He had always been home. It was not a place he had found, but a place he had finally learned to see. The wind in the reeds whispered a new song, a song of presence, a song of now. And Usao, at last, was listening.
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美众天十大木人夫亦饗萸]
天天我型十天美爽
風入蒜籲扛了
From the end of the day, the person who came to pay the salary was the main person to send Fengying Xiangshi
The Ten Great Wooden Men of the Beautiful Heavens also enjoy the wood]
My style is beautiful every day and ten days
The wind blows and the garlic is carried...
minimal minimalist visionary!! insanely intricate and highly detailed ukiyo-e of joyful, sensual dancing, in love embracing, small percussion instruments and stringed electronic synthesizers and cables. japanese kimonos and futuristic sports wear, cynadria, tendrils, climbing roses and cucumbers, gourds, hyoutans, anthropomorphized rabbit women radical feminist lesbians holding a joyful demonstration protest. banners placards all blank white. an exquisite small tea house in a beautiful peaceful ancestral giant fruit and nut forest clearing. atmospheric lighting. stars. ufo. Art by by Tex Avery, Jack Kirby, Durer, Leonardo da Vinci, Aubrey Beardsley, Hiroshige, Yoko Tadanori, Artgerm, Hiroshige
minimal!!! minimalist!!! visionary!!!! ukiyo-e manga of happy free sensual Japanese dancing rabbit_girl carpenters building a simple elegant humble incomplete tiny tea house, tiny house, natural materials in a Japanese moss market garden waterfall, pond, tendrils, sparkles, fireflies, bonzai portal atmospheric lighting. stars. ufo. cynadria. Art by Tadanori Yokoo, Fra Angelico, Hiroshige, Utamaru, Durer, Artgerm, Kazuo Umezu.