Another sunny day and a longer walk in the garden. The Leopard Grass is looking good this year.
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Thank you for this beautiful piece, Judy.
Here’s to Peace….
Yesterday’s events in Virginia, as well as all the preceding ones, caused me to think about peace as I was looking for a Thursday Door entry. These are the beautiful gates at the Peace Palace in The Hague, Netherlands, where the Peace Flame burns bright.
I keep wondering when did we become so intolerant of each other and so angry because of the twists and turns of life? When did we start living life like it was a video game and use social media to publicize atrocious behavior?
In years past, peace was when we were not at war with another country. Now, it seems like there is no peace because we are constantly in turmoil because of the war within ourselves.
We’re all different, life challenges us in many ways, but we still get to choose how to live and conduct ourselves. May we all just take a moment longer before we let anger over perceived…
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I pre loaded my blog for a week thinking I’d be back on the case by now but recovery seems slower this time. A good friend is letting me use some of his beautiful photographs.
Here is A Cornish Sunset over South Crofty mine headgear.
I was introduced to a blog, Calm Things, recently where I found this poem among some beautiful quirky photographs.
Some People – Rolf Jacobsen
ascend out of our life, some people
enter our life,
uninvited and sit down,
calmly walk by, some people
give you a rose,
or buy you a new car,
stand so close to you, some people,
you’ve entirely forgotten
some people, some people
are actually you,
you’ve never seen at all, some people
eat asparagus, some people
some people climb up on the roof,
sit down at table,
lie around in hammocks, take walks with their red
some people look at you,
some people have never noticed you at all, some people
want to take your hand, some people
die during the night,
some people are other people, some people are you, some people
some people do.
Thank you to the people in my life. Here is a rose for you.
It is time to pass some of these heirlooms on.
The old wooden trunk was my Dad’s. He trundled his books from Britain to Egypt to Bechuanaland in the Second World War and it is has another life now as a toy chest. Some of the toys in it were mine, many were our children’s and some are new for the Grand-babies.
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don’t try to convince me that
There’s something good in every day
Because, when you take a closer look,
This world is a pretty evil place.
Some goodness does shine through once in awhile
Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
And it’s not true that
It’s all in the mind and heart
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one’s surroundings are good
It’s not true that good exists
I’m sure you can agree that
it’s all beyond my control
And you’ll never in a million years hear me say that
Today was a good day.
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