#PoeticThursday . . . Leaving Rose Hips




The last of summer gardening ends.
Hoe and trowel, knee pad and sunbonnet
Hang in the shed with the shears.
The final petals of the rose have fallen,
Leaving rose hips,
Like tiny crabapples
With a crown of rumpled hair
And calyx now dry and stiff
As a starched collar
Trying to hide the crimson berry
That stands erect upon the high
Seat of the peduncle.

I gather these petals for a sachet pillow,
And press them in books
To mark the poems I love
With summer’s fingerprints.
Then make my tea with those rose hip
Berries and honey,
The last taste of the season.

By Lillian Susan Thomas

Artist Judith Yates





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Good morning!



Happiness is from magic rays of sunshine
that come down when you’re feeling blue.






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Here’s the thing about people with good hearts:


“Here’s the thing about people with good hearts:

They give you excuses when you don’t explain yourself.
They accept the apologies you don’t give.
They see the best in you.
They always lift you up, even if that means putting their own priorities aside.
They will never be too “busy” for you.
They make time, even when you don’t.

And you wonder why they’re the most sensitive people, the most caring people, why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return.
You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being. It’s because they don’t make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they deserve

  • and you accepted the love you think you’re entitled to.
    Don’t take them for granted.
    Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you.
    Our skies don’t become grey out of nowhere, our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason.

A heart does not turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while”
Najwa Zebian

Catrin Welz Stein





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#WingedJewels . . . Fantastic plumage.



Grey Peacock-pheasant (Polyplectron bicalcaratum) by Yann Muzika.

This peacock-pheasant is distributed in lowland and hill forests of Bangladesh, Northeast India and Southeast Asia. An American counterpart is the ocellated turkey.





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Claim your silence…



Claim your silence…We—a society so obsessed with noise, news clips, action, arguments, debates, anger, confrontation, stimulation and busy-ness—must recreate ourselves and re-carve a place of silence (some might call it prayer) in our lives. It is a great healing measure for the wounded world outside of us, and the wounded world within us.

  • Lyla June Johnston

Photographer Unknown





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#Omens&Symbols . . . Dragonflies



Dragonflies are the keepers of dreams, the energy within that sees all of our true potential and ability.
Dragonflies inspire spirituality and creativity, they help us on the path of discovery and enlightenment.
They remind us that anything is possible .. ❤️☀🧚✨🌙






Text and image source: Mitra Shahidi https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2727329664201637&id=100007738899262

#TenderTuesday . . . but through it all…



“I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
Agatha Christie





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