May your own hospitality inspire others to greater generosities, and forgiveness be your silent secret gift. Take responsibility for your own life and for your own actions and you will know the freedom of self-reliance. Walk softly and enjoy.
The photo and the blessing are from a neat site that generates a blessing and three random spiritual photos. Who can’t use a few few words of wisdom now and then? Check out the Worldwide Blessing Generator.
I started doing some photo-manipulations of my own after coming across this artist on the website, deviantART.com. She takes photographs and layers them with textures so that her final pieces look like paintings. I love her work, click on the image above to see more of Kayceeus’s amazing art!
I’m going to look up for some blogging inspiration today. Came across this cool site from NASA that posts an Astronomy related photo every day. Some are simple, like today’s photo above, while others like the one below are interactive or videos. Neat stuff, click on either pic and take a trip into outer space!
Snapped this picture of a great painting at my local art museum yesterday, isn’t it lovely? Okay, maybe I made the photo on a fun site called dumpr, still, that painting could be in a museum don’t you think? Go make your own masterpiece at www.dumpr.net/museumr.ph!
I finished the Costa Book of the Year Award winner, The Tenderness of Wolves last night . It reminded me a little of Cold Mountain, a wilderness adventure filled with interesting characters and rugged landscapes. British author Stef Penny’s fiction debut is written with confidence as she deftly weaves together a story of love and suspense set in the late 1800’s in Northern Canada. When voyageur Laurent Jammet is found brutally murdered in his cabin we embark on a tale of pursuit. Pursuit of a murderer, of love, of loyalty, of simple respite from the harsh realities of winter in the frozen tundra of the Canadian Frontier. The writing is clean and crisp, and although I did find myself getting confused occasionally as the plot line and characters shifted (this may have been due to my attention span and the plot line of my own life which is rather complicated right now), I’m putting it on my Good Reads list for this summer.
I haven’t been posting much because it’s been a little hectic around here. My parent’s (and their two dogs) moved in with us on Wednesday. There’s a possibility that the plumbing and furnace problems they had at their house this past winter are making them sick so we siblings decided they should hang out here while we investigate that angle on my mom’s serious lung problems. It’s been a bit of an adjustment for everyone (including the dogs) but we seem to be getting into a pretty good rhythm now, changing old habits and making new ones. The jumble of emotions we are all going through right now are so overwhelming that we try to just get through the next hour, that much we know we can handle. The photo is of my parent’s on their wedding day fifty-one years ago, for better of for worse, they’ve had both as all married couples do, with the betters far outweighing the worse. We’ll figure this out, do what needs to be done, for better or for worse…we’re in this together.
I’d like to say that I took this cool photo of a wall of graffiti, but my protégé, Mr. bookbabie, actually snapped this one. We spent the afternoon on Sunday in downtown Detroit capturing some urban scenes and I think this is my favorite of the bunch. We had a great time, wandering around taking pics and talking to people. It’s funny, when you’re draped with camera equipment people are so friendly and much more willing to stop and chat with a total stranger. We ate lunch in Greektown sitting at a bar in front of several flat screen TV’s and watched the British Open and the baseball game that was going on a few blocks from us. The Tigers lost, Harrington won, and all the while I tried not to think about my mom’s continuing serious health problems. I failed of course, but I am learning that all you can do sometimes is put one foot in front of the other and keep moving. There’s a line from a poem by Emily Dickinson that I love, “Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Isn’t that just what hope feels like? Like a pair of tiny white angel wings wrapped around your breaking heart, holding it together.
This was the Saturday afternoon that Mr. bookbabie somehow accidentally (on purpose) misplaced his Honey-Do list. He said the dog ate it but I found it floating in the pool the next morning. You really can’t blame the guy though, can you?
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