#TenderTuesday . . . I’m not crying because of you…

 

 

“I’m not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.”
Steve Maraboli

Artwork, Nick Alm – Supporter, 2016.

 

 

 

 

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#TenderTuesday . . . I was too young to know how to love her.

 

“She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry – The Little Prince.

Artwork John William Waterhouse – The Flower Picker, 1895.

 

 

 

 

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#TenderTuesday . . . don’t fall in despair

 

Whatever happens to you, don’t fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can’t see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path…Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what you want.

Rumi

 

 

 

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#TenderTuesday . . . Let someone love you just the way you are–

 

 

“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
Marc Hack

Suzanne Valadon – Self Portrait, 1927.

 

 

 

 

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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).
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#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.
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#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.
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#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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