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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving ~ Words When We Need Them 2014

Autumn Leaves ©2011 Nicolino Sapio

Words When We Need Them
Before this early moment,
another, ripe with rain,
the scent of its own full shape.
Each day the rooster
we have never seen
raises the first greeting
and darkness which holds us
in its loose pocket all night
sets us down.
Now we walk,
waking up rooms,
switching on lights.
Into the breath,
wordless but ripe
with all possible words,
messages not yet gathered
or sent.
Morning looms,
more friend than
the best friend.
We could still say.
~Naomi Shihab Nye
from “The Red Suitcase”
Gratitude is the memory of the heart.  ~Jean Baptiste Massieu, translated from French
In Thanksgiving for Beloved Gaza. The Children of Gaza and their families are continually in our hearts and prayers.

About the Photographer
Nicolino Hails from Zurich Switzerland and speaks both Italian and German.
His Greatest Inspiration artistically is Salvador Dali.
Nicolino does a great deal of charity work with his photography in Africa for
The photograph is hope, toil, tears, and above all, love. The photograph is a gift received and how it has to give …
~Nicolino Sapio

Saturday, October 18, 2014

"Let the Beauty we love be what we do."

Lavender Calm

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

-- Rumi

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Greatest Love of ALL

The Greatest Love of All--by Ario WibisonoPhotograph by Ario Wibisono:  The Music Of Love. This picture was taken in Tenganan Village, Bali (2010). Tenganan is the most famous Bali Aga (original Balinese) village and is located close to Candi Dasa in East Bali. A man was playing bamboo music to entertain a disabled child which is not his son, but he loves this child like he loves his own son. (Photo and caption by Ario Wibisono)
Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.
Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.
~ Czeslaw Milosz ~
(The World)
The PhotographerArio Wibisono lives in Jakarta, Indonesia. You may find his other wonderful photos on
Relaxation Music 1—Chinese Bamboo Flute Music and Piano

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

A Single Fabric that Nothing Can Tear or Mend (In Celebration of the Ceasefire between Gaza and Israel, August 26, 2014)

crossing Israeli Military Checkpoint Zoriah
©2014 Zoriah ~Photojournalist with kind permission
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A young girl with her mother, crossing an Israeli military checkpoint in the West Bank.

For What Binds Us
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they've been set down --
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest --
And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
~ Jane Hirschfield ~
(Of Gravity & Angels)
Motherland by Natalie Merchant
We give birth
to the God of Love
every day
in our own
human ways,
in every out of the way,
unsheltered place
under all imperfect
Let us go forth.
- Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes
(My Thanks to Hettienne for discovering these amazing words.)

About the Photographer:
Zoriah is an award-winning photojournalist whose work has been featured in some of the world’s most prestigious galleries, museums and publications. Zoriah's clients include Newsweek, The New York Times, BBC News, The United Nations, CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, PBS, NPR The Wall Street Journal, Fortune and many others. With a background in Disaster Management and Humanitarian Aid, Zoriah specializes in documenting human crises in developing countries.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

No One Knew the Name of This Day ~Easter 2014

FREESIAS  © 2008 THOM BROMMERICH with kind permission

No One Knew the Name of This Day
by John O’Donohue
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.
-John O'Donohue
Have a Wonderful Easter Everyone!
May You Be Safe
May You Be Well,
May You Be Happy,
May You Be at Peace,
May You Feel Loved and Supported,
And May Life Rise Up to Meet You!
~(Loving Kindness Meditation learned at a retreat. The original third line is “May you be Free from Suffering”)
~Noelle Renee
Orange Tulips© 2008 THOM BROMMERICH
Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
For other Postcards from Paradise See Recuerda mi Corazon! Happy Easter!!
Bach Air by Libera Boys Choir

Friday, April 18, 2014

The Soul Exists (Good Friday)

This is the first, wildest and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention.
~Mary Oliver

Photo taken by Istvan Kerekes ©2014 and reposted here with kind permission from the photographer. Click on the photographer's name to go to his site. Thank you. 


Thursday, January 9, 2014

Speak To Us Of Children

Babe in Purple George Koruth© 2011 George Koruth
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
'Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."
~From "The Prophet"By Kahlil Gibran
Mary and Clark
May The Welcome Love of Your Newly Arriving Child
be a Rich and Constant Blessing to You.

Kate Rusby : Who Will Sing Me Lullabies?

About The Photographer
George Koruth
George Koruth is a Travel and Documentary photographer based in India. His collection captures India's rich culture and traditions. One of his specialties is street photography. Be it a smiling child or a wrinkled old woman, you will find a unique collection of faces here. He also loves to showcase social issues and hopes his photographs can give a voice to those people who don't have any say in this world. George has done work for international magazines and websites and has been featured in Indian magazines.
You may find more of his wonderful work  at :
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