#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/

#TenderTuesday . . . Mystical magical misty eve

Mystical magical misty eve
Like a veil of protection we all sometimes need
Thoughts of times long ago
Hands holding warm glow
Winter’s night often bring
Memories of cosy nights at home
Sat with love ones fire bright
Talking laughing into the night
Hot chocolate mince pies
Warmth flickering before our eyes
Shapes appearing as the fire builds
Wondering, playing games, naming the shapes
Sleepy contented complete
Magical Mystical Winter’s Eve.

~ Shalimar










Artist Danny Abraham
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#TenderTuesday . . . . transition

“Finding the crack that separated the Underworld from the Earth,
Persephone climbed through
and rushed into the arms of her mother waiting on the other side.
And it was Spring again.”

From “The Pomegranate Seeds,”










Illustrated by Leonid Gore.
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/

#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)
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#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/

#TenderTuesday . . . the small still Voice of Love

Everything becomes sacred when we walk in the Spirit.
Every leaf, every tree,
Every eye and open heart.
The birds that sing
The ground we work and plant.
The children lost in play.
The broken disheveled and frayed.
The enemy at our door.
The eagle who mounts and soars
Every person is Beloved
There is no one God does not love.
The whole world is loved
As we walk in the vast wonder of God
Listen, Listen…

~ Bob Holmes #AmazingGrace












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