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All forests are one. … They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began. ~ Charles de Lint (Pulphouse: The Hardback Magazine, Spring 1990) The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
It’s been a long while since I’ve posted much of anything besides quotes and paintings. That’s mainly my way of coping with stress, distracting myself with beautiful images and wise words. Tim has been ill with recurring bouts of diverticulitis for several years now, getting more frequent and more severe this fall, and so the R... mehr auf ingebrita.net
The first time I ever saw a print of this painting was at an estate sale, not long after my father died on September 19th in 2013. The expression on the man’s face reminded me of my father and the little girl reminded me of myself so I bought it. It’s not in the greatest condition … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
Photograph © Martin Sattler …for my gran with love xo
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Last autumn we lost our aunt, who lived to be 101 years old. The various stories behind the above drawing presented a puzzle for us but after comparing memories we finally decided that the sketch was probably drawn on one of Auntie’s cruises. She kept it hanging above her bed for as long as I can remember, … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
Da hatte ich doch über die Zeit doch ganze 46 Operation Frostline Sites geflogen und neben dem normalen Zeugs auch ein paar nette Dinge looten dürfen. Leider ist mir auf dem Heimweg mein Schiff zerlegt worden. Also bleibt mir nur diese Lossmail von diesem Event...
Operation Frostline Lossmail
So ist EVE... schade nur um das ganze Quafe Zer... mehr auf barkkor.blogspot.com
“Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder – people who closed the door that leads us into the secret world – or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect […]... mehr auf elisasspot.wordpress.com
There’s a place I will go. And when I get there, people I have wronged, and people who did me wrong, will greet me. We will embrace. We will not know tears. We will know the truth of love and the truth of our journeys. There will be understanding like we’ve never known. The sorrows […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Written By © KLF/PlanetDreamDiaries Please start the music above the picture before reading. Thank you. ♥ Cemented In Limbo — refer to Hello Frankenstein (story) — UNFAIR DESPAIR — wounded confinement morrow hidden in disguise pain a sole embrace “Negligent Medical Justice … A Corrupt & Mournful Disgrace!” * God Where “W... mehr auf planetdreamdiaries.wordpress.com
Wear the armor And risk what you May not get. Or. Wear no armor And risk What you will get. What risks we take in life Or don’t take. Armored and exposed. ... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Bei der Zählaktion des NABU (Naturschutzbund Deutschland e. V. ) im 1. Intervall des „Insektensommer“ (1. bis 10. Juni 2018) habe ich mich heute mit Zettel und Kugelschreiber in den Garten begeben. Zu notieren war jeweils die höchste Anzahl der gleichzeitig gesichteten Exemplare derselben Art in einem Beobachtungsraum von maximal zehn M... mehr auf 2puzzle4.wordpress.com
There isn’t anything more particularly human than the vulnerability of being in a meaningful relationship and experiencing that singular joy found in a new other’s presence. But all relationships are...
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While Tim & I were eating our supper at the beach last night we noticed a great egret fishing for a meal. After we finished I decided to see how close I could get to him for some pictures. He didn’t seem to notice me at all, his attention was so focused on fish in … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
Het gedicht van vandaag is een triest gedicht, sorry daarvoor. Maar voor mij legt het perfect de vinger op het gevoel van hopeloosheid dat je ervaart wanneer iemand die je niet kunt missen, toch weg is. “Funeral Blues” van W.H. Auden werd echt bekend nadat het voorkwam in de film “Four Weddings and a Funeral”.... ... mehr auf katrienity.wordpress.com
I have never been one that uses the internet to explain what is going on with me, my body is different than everyone else’s on this planet and so is yours. But after my surgery I searched the internet high and low for blogs, information, stories, etc. I wanted to find something that connected my … ... mehr auf kickinglife.wordpress.com
Written By © KLF/PlanetDreamDiaries Please start the music above the picture before reading. Thank you. ♥ Cemented In Limbo — refer to Hello Frankenstein (story) & Fae On Fire — UNFAIR DESPAIR — wounded confinement morrow hidden in disguise pain a sole embrace Negligent Medical Justice … A Mournful Disgrace. * God Where “Were”... mehr auf planetdreamdiaries.wordpress.com
Am Morgen des 8. Juni 2018 zwischen 8 Uhr 45 und 9 Uhr 45 habe ich an wieder einer anderen Stelle im Garten auch noch ein drittes Mal Insekten gezählt. Diesmal wählte ich als Beobachtungsraum dafür wieder eine Stelle in Feldrand-Nähe, und die Vorgaben, jeweils die höchste Anzahl der gleichzeitig gesichteten Exemplare derselben Art in […]... mehr auf 2puzzle4.wordpress.com
“Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the Weakness of God is stronger than men.” I Corinthians 1:25. KJV The above quoted verse says a lot about the wide difference between God and man. The two are … Continue reading →... mehr auf 4thlink.wordpress.com
Weil mein Garten ein bisschen grösser ist und rund um das Haus liegend verschiedene Zonen mit sehr unterschiedlichen Verhältnissen aufweist, habe ich aus Neugier am Morgen des 7. Juni 2018 zwischen 8:15 Uhr und 9:15 Uhr noch einmal Insekten gezählt. Diesmal wählte ich dafür eine gegensätzlichen Stelle aus, wo der Beobachtungsraum nicht in Feldrand-... mehr auf 2puzzle4.wordpress.com
Standing in the hues of grief Begging for the colors to break through, Find the colors of love You carry. They are forever brilliant.... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Written By © KLF/PlanetDreamDiaries Please start the music above the picture before reading. Thank you. ♥ Cemented In Limbo — refer to Hello Frankenstein (story) & Fae On Fire — UNFAIR DESPAIR — wounded confinement morrow hidden in disguise pain a sole embrace Justice … A Mournful Disgrace. * God Where “Were” You? * Take ̷... mehr auf planetdreamdiaries.wordpress.com
Written By © KLF/PlanetDreamDiaries Please start the music above the picture before reading. Thank you. ♥ Cemented In Limbo — refer to Hello Frankenstein (story) & Fae On Fire — UNFAIR DESPAIR — wounded confinement morrow hidden in disguise pain a sole embrace Medical Negligent Justice … A Mournful Disgrace. * God Where “Were”... mehr auf planetdreamdiaries.wordpress.com
Vor blauem Himmel mit weisser Wolke – der blühende Weissdorn auf dem obereb Bild wirkt wie aus dem Bilderbuch des Frühsommers, nur ein bisschen früher. Auf dem Bild darunter lässt sich erkennen: es handelt sich um Eingriffeligen Weissdorn Crataegus monogyna, und er hat einen in diesem Jahr bei uns ausgesprochen seltenen Besuch, nämlich den ei... mehr auf 2puzzle4.wordpress.com
Staring down the day, I lost When evening fell upon us both. ... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Sometimes we take things for granted. Items, people, health. Then suddenly it is gone and we have none of it. Our friend goes, we find we are unable to do something, we fall ill. Then we see what we have lost and wonder how we will cope with what we had before but is now […]... mehr auf kattermonran.com
When a little thing feels insurmountable And you can’t get past it Don’t forget When the big things that stood in your way didn’t stand a chance at stopping you. Perhaps you don’t recall, when you didn’t know your own strength Until after you had to use it. And you marveled […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Look past the leather wings and claws
The barking guard dog has no bite... mehr auf noelliesplace.wordpress.com
Mourning doves have been visiting me off and on since my mother died twenty-eight years ago. They seem to arrive when I could use a little encouragement. When I used to garden one would often sit near me and watch me as I worked. Once one walked with me all the way from my garden … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
I mourn no more my vanished years: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
ღ 6 Years Later The Day of Departure Please Follow The Arrow To My Original Post ↓ Click There → Raise Me Up (A Deeply Emotional Moment in Time) ღ Thank You... mehr auf planetdreamdiaries.wordpress.com
I am fifteen feet from a harp, and behind the harp sits a harpist. And from that harp comes the most exquisite emotion. I don’t think there have ever been words created that echo emotion like music does. From this harp this emotion floats out to surround us. It weaves around, above and through us. […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.~ Mary Oliver(Red Bird: Poems) I’ve posted this poem before and the words came to mind again when I learned of Mary Oliver’s death yesterday. Thank you, dear poet, for teaching us that the instructions for living a life really are that simple. (Another … ... mehr auf ingebrita.net
Such is the Force of Happiness —The Least — can lift a tonAssisted by it’s stimulus — Who Misery — sustain —No Sinew can afford —The Cargo of Themselves —Too infinite for Consciousness’Slow capabilities — ~ Emily Dickinson (The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #889) We planted this tree in our ga... mehr auf ingebrita.net
I sat at your grave today. I didn’t cry. I do remember standing here years ago, in a downpour. A downpour like I had never experienced before, or since. I cried then. I sobbed then. Uncontrollably. I was wearing your green-plaid, wool, coat. I didn’t care that I was soaked through. Today I just sat […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
Many years ago I met a man. He was a gentle, soft spoken and kind man. The more I got to know him the more beautiful he became in my eyes. Though he was advanced in age, when I think of him now, I envision a strong and youthful man. He had never married. […]... mehr auf bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com
