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Saturday, April 4, 2015

No One Knew the Name of This Day ~Easter 2015

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

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Burning the Old Year

2-bittersweet©2014Bittersweet” by Ursula I. Abresch posted with kind permission
 Burning the Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.  
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,  
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,  
lists of vegetables, partial poems.  
Orange swirling flame of days,  
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,  
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.  
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  
only the things I didn’t do  
crackle after the blazing dies.
 
“New Year’s Day is Every Man’s Birthday.” ~Charles Lamb.
New Year’s Buddhist Metta Prayer
May you  be well, happy and safe.
May you be free from suffering and at ease with pain.
May you live in peace and harmony with all beings.
May you accept with understanding and wisdom the events in your life and world.May you forgive others and yourself for the inevitable harms we cause each other.
May you experience and manifest loving kindness, compassion, joy and equanimity
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Peace and Light in 2015
About The Photographer: Ursula I. Abresch
Ursula is a photographer in the West Kootenays, in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. She was born in Argentina, raised in both Argentina and Chile. She moved to the USA to attend university, and eventually moved permanently to Canada. Ursula is married. She and her husband have five children. She has a degree in Education with a concentration in Art and History. She now dedicates most of her time to photography. (information taken from her website directly).


















Thursday, December 25, 2014

Nativity ~ Gertrude Kasebier (redux)



(c) 1901 Gertrude Kasebier~Newport, Rhode Island, 1901. "The Manger."



Suckling our little God, she experiences intimacy with the Heart of Heaven; Soul searching in silence, she knows woman’s limitless love for her own flesh.  Heart severed in sorrow, she comprehends the reach of the human spirit to accept the sudden and startling embrace of that which God chose to become.
~Noelle Clearwater c. 1996 revised 2012
Excerpt from  my poem “The Visit”



Have A Blessed  Christmas full of love and Good Will and A Peaceful New Year.
~Noelle Renee


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving ~ Words When We Need Them 2014

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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
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 http://pixdaus.com/single.php?id=256072&from=email


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
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 1x.com.
Relaxation Music 1—Chinese Bamboo Flute Music and Piano

Guest photo from pixdaus.com. Please click on photo to go to original site. Thank you.
information about photo and quotation from photographer taken from http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/11/national_geographics_photograp.htmlhttp://1x.com/photo/34169

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
conditions.
Let us go forth.
- Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes
(My Thanks to Hettienne for discovering these amazing words.)
 


About the Photographer:
Photojournalist
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.