This is the part of my garden I call the roadside bed. It is a bit out yonder and I often intend to go there and weed but get sidetracked on the way.
Irises are a flower that I particularly appreciate as for me they are linked to love (not romantic love), in addition to their beauty. My grandmother grew them and I used to help her trim the leaves into a fan shape. My father-in-law has given me several. The ones you see here are “collector”s” irises given to me by a friend who divided his. They were in pots like the ones used for funeral flowers. His wife died not very long ago so I guess he has plenty of those pots. My husband says the neighbor gets more out of these flowers than we do, although I can see them from afar from the house. I don’t mind that; I like thinking that maybe I am bringing enjoyment to the neighbors and anyone else that may happen by.
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The chair is broken but that doesn’t keep me from working. I am using my prayer bench to knit, crosstitch, read, ponder an order of art supplies and – pray. With prayer we prevent the connection to our Creator from being broken.
“You shall teach to pray, that is, proclaim My Word” The Revelation of Arès 35/4a
“Uttering My Word in order to achieve It, this is true piety.” The Revelation of Arès 35/6
This is my idea of fun, well, one of my ideas, painting outdoors for a day. It is a contest, but I don’t do it to compete other than against myself. A friend of mine enjoys doing this also — we spend the day together and exchange sandwiches, giving each other advice to make our paintings better. My friend took this picture of me last summer. The contest is called Couleurs de Bretagne.
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Picture Perfect: Summertime Fun
During a pause in the rain, I went out and shot a couple photos. I didn’t know it was just a pause. I pulled a few weeds also, about 1 square meter’s worth of surface. When I came in, I had taken 27 snaps! I deleted one, so here are 26. Family members beware, you may be looking at your next birthday card.
This was kniggling at me to be knitted, even though know is knot the season when one kneeds a heavy sock. Following the lines formed by the stitches mesmerizes me. I got the pattern at :
Did you ever want to end it all? Many seem to think that if they kill themselves all their problems will be over. However, we are more than just our body; we are body, mind and soul. We only get this one body and if we do away with it, how are we going to do good? It is by doing good that we build our soul. It is through the soul that our Creator can nourish us and help us rise.
I feel like practically screaming everywhere “The death of the body is not the end !” You’ll only make things more difficult for yourself and it is irrevocable. We do not have the power to resurrect ourselves. We do have the power to change, to change ourselves and influence all that surrounds us.
I am speaking to the living — it is too late for those who have crossed over as did a member of our extended family this past week. Not only are his problems not over, but his loved ones will be marked and hurting from this for a very long time. All I can do for him is to dedicate good deeds to him so that an angel will carry light to him.
For members of his family, it was a terrible ordeal to make the trip for the funeral, due to violence in their country and administrative mediocrity, maybe even downright evil. What do you think of the fact that if you have visited a certain country, other countries won’t let you visit them? Is that loving your neighbour?
How can we possibly believe that peace can come through war? War only feeds the never ending cycle of revenge.
I pray that I will be aware, that I will respond with love and encouragement to anyone around me that is suffering. I pray that I will not make anyone feel like shit, that I will encourage them to be the best they can, with their own unique possibilities.
“Shout everywhere, ‘Earthly life is short ; happiness is not measured in years, it is measured in eternity; every man barely has time to repent, for the regrets of the specter only add torments to its torments ! Listen to the Word That I received and be saved !’ ” The Revelation of Arès 36/23
The word magical brings the idea of something sparkling, something beautiful that has seemingly happened without effort. But if you look at magical moments in nature, such as these wildflowers, you realize there has been a process going on, forces at work, which culminate in this show of beauty.
We can work a type of magic within if we decide to change, to be good. The process is long, but the being created is worth it, a true human being complete with its spiritual nature.
You can click on the photo for a larger image (sorry, I haven’t worked with the technique to get the larger image in the blog entry yet).
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