Fall, leaves, fall
Never too old to bloom!…†…monos en theos
“Sunrise doesn’t last all morning, a cloudburst doesn’t last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It’s not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.” George Harrison
I was greeted with this view from my yard yesterday morning. Such visual candy.
Enjoy the day, and this too shall pass….en theos †††jim
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
We have been so blessed with our weather (rain), cool temperatures, lots of bugs & butterflies, and some of the best southwest Texas sunrises & sunsets. This view was given to me earlier this week on our evening walk with Clovis & Grace. A little more than a block away from my home I came upon this structure and view. I have walked past a thousand times giving it little more than a glimpse. On this evening it was aglow in that brief gift of the golden hour and one just had to stop and admire. To wonder not only of God’s work, but what man had long ago crafted this gate. Before there was a neighborhood, it was his ranch, his land and I had never walked by.
Gates are made to both keep out and to let in. It let in a moment of wonder and reflection that now sits in my overflowing cupboard of life’s blessings.
Are gates keeping you out or letting you in? ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Oh Paul, just because you had a thorn in your side, did you also have to stick one in mine?
Our hearts are of the utmost importance to God. Depending on which version you look at, the bible mentions the word “heart” from 600-900 times. It is crucial to be aware of what we put in ours.
So, it drives me to ask, where is my treasure, and what does it say about me?
Seek your true treasure today. If it is not something you really treasure, don’t allow it in. ††† en theos ††† jim work
“All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.” J R R TOLKIEN
It sure makes me feel good that I am not lost amongst all my wandering.
I love Tolkien, imagine the conversations that he and C S Lewis had. Talk about wanderers not lost!
Hope you find some gold today ††† en theos ††† jim work
Knowing my True Colors
of Blue, Gold, Orange, or Green
a spectrum of hues and shades
perhaps a mixture in between
Allows me self expression
and validation for me
We may have things in common
recognizing traits we share
this rapport creates a bond
of understanding and care
Or, you may be completely different
with other colors shining bright
having contrary values and beliefs
doesn’t make us wrong or right
I understand my ways of doing things
may not be your cup of tea
I’m not asking you to like them
but to realize they are right for me
We may do things differently
in how we lead our life
forcing me to be like you
can create conflict, stress, and strife
When you are conscious of my desires
and keep and open mind
bringing out the best in me
is the treasure you will find
Tolerating the way I see things
can be a way to start
for trying to change my style and ways
can rob me of my part
Realize if I were the same as you
life would be monotonous
it’s when we appreciate our differences
we bring out the best in all of us
Whatever your color style
these are useful things to know
so share the concepts with everyone
and let your True Colors show!
c) 2002 Mary Miscisin, All Rights Reserved. www.PositivelyMary.com
Gold or pink, let your true colors shine bright on your journey††††nada te turbe†††jim
This lovely lady showed up on Wednesday of this week. Just like my lady, she was running a little late but well worth waiting for. The biggest group of the migration came through Southwest TX about a month ago. I hope she made it on to warmer weather as a cold front has moved through and it will drop to 25F degrees tonight. I read that not one Monarch that starts the migration makes it the entire distance to South America. It is actually to the fifth or sixth generation that arrives down south, with the females laying eggs en-route. Amazing journey, enjoy yours †††nada te turbe….jim
TO A BUTTERFLY—-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I’VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
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