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#TenderTuesday . . . . His heart was like a sensitive plant





“His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine,
but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger,
or the lightest breath of wind.”


Quote from “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall,” by Anne Brontë, 1848.












Illustration by Valentina Catto. Happy 200th Birthday, Anne Brontë (1820-1849).
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/










Adults have a God-given responsibility…




“It is the responsibility of every parent and every adult to ensure that the children in their
care are safe and secure. What I am referring to goes way beyond feeding, clothing, and
washing behind a child’s ears. Adults have a God-given responsibility to make sure that all
children are guided, nurtured, and protected from harm – all types of harm.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant









Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/











Grandma’s Sewing Box!






Spools of thread and needles
Slipper cushions filled with pins
Some tipped with colored beads.
Grandma’s sewing box was filled
with everything she seemed to need.

She would sit and darn Grandpa’s stockings
Or maybe sew a button on a shirt or two.
She always seemed to know what color of thread to use
She always knew just what to do.

She would place a thimble on her finger
And with needle strung of colored thread.
She would push the needle very carefully in
What ever had needed, Grandma’s special mend.

I would rummage through Grandma’s sewing box
It was like a treasure chest she saved for me.
She would let me play with all the colored buttons
And tried to show me how to needle point
A butterfly and bunny scene.

She would take my little fingers
And thread my needle with thin pastel yarn.
I will always remember my Grandma’s sewing box
And the times, I would visit her on the farm.

Linda Winchell.










Artist unknown
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/









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Find arms that will hold you at your weakest times






Find arms that will hold you at your weakest times,
Eyes that will see your beauty at your ugliest times,
and a heart that will love you at your worst. ❤️☀












Text & image source: Mitra Shahidi https://www.facebook.com/mitra.shahidi.3










We cannot hide what we feel forever.




For some reason it seems that we don’t want people to know
that we are human. But we are. We cannot hide what we feel
forever. It is essential to our sense of well-being that we find
a way to open up and let someone know what is going on inside.

~ Iyanla Vanzant












Text & image source: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/











#TenderTuesday . . . . She smiled at him very graciously






“She smiled at him very graciously when he was introduced to her,
and after he had seen that smile he took no interest in anything else
that was going on… Despite the well-known fact that a fairy party is never dull.”


From  ‘My Days with the Fairies’ by Mrs. Rodolph Stawell,












illustration: Edmund Dulac (1910)
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/

#TenderTuesday . . . . are we not ‘all’ a bit of Peter Pan?



“There could not have been a lovelier sight;
but there was none to see it except a little boy
who was staring in at the window. He had had ecstasies
innumerable that other children can never know;
but he was looking through the window at the one joy
which he must be for ever barred.”


~ J.M. Barrie, “Peter Pan.” (The Return Home).












Illustration by Scott Gustafson.
text & image source: Nina Mera/ Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/











There is a stage after which language fails us.





 

There is a stage after which language fails us.
When you step into the zone of love, you won’t need language.”

~ The Forty Rules of Love












Text & image source: Amin Muhammad @ Mystic Rhythm of sufi love https://www.facebook.com/groups/307307479949063/?tn-str=*F











Grandpa!



Grandpa

The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We’re much like books, what’s important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You’re not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?

Bob Quigley
















Artist Norman Rockwell
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/