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#One-linerWednesday . . . .๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€.




โ€œ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜
๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€.โ€

โ€• ๐—๐—ผ๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ. ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ










Text & image source: Luminous Spirit https://www.facebook.com/LuminousSpirit/

Tides!





Every day the sea

blue grey green lavender

pulls away leaving the harbourโ€™s

dark-cobbled undercoat

slick and rutted and worm-riddled, the gulls

walk there among old whalebones, the white

spines of fish blink from the strandy stew

as the hours tick over; and then

far out the faint, sheer

line turns, rustling over the slack,

the outer bars, over the green-furred flats, over

the clam beds, slippery logs,

barnack-studded stones, dragging

the shining sheets forward, deepening,

pushing, wreathing together

wave and seaweed, their piled curvatures

spilling over themselves, lapping

blue grey green lavender, never

resting, not ever but fashioning shore,

continent, everything.

And here you may find me

on almost any morning

walking along the shore so

light-footed so casual.


~ Mary Oliver.












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











Silence!






โ€œSilence

It has a sound, a fullness.
It’s heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It’s ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It’s golden they say.
But no one tells us it’s addictive.โ€

โ€• Angela Long












Text & image source: Harmony https://www.facebook.com/578149188866564/











Grandpa!



Grandpa

The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say โ€œGrandpa, are you thereโ€.

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 โ€œGrandpa, will you read to meโ€?

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 โ€œWe’re much like books, what’s important is insideโ€.

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, heโ€™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 โ€œGrandpa, are you thereโ€?

Bob Quigley
















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

๐—”๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜…



“๐—”๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜, ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ,
๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น
๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด
๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป’๐˜€ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜€.”

– ๐—š๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ผ๐—น๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜€












Text & image source: Luminous Spirit https://www.facebook.com/LuminousSpirit/

#FridayFantasy . . . I keep holding up the mirror of the sun



โ€œI keep
holding up
the mirror of the sun,
so you can see the stunning
reflections of everything
youโ€™re becoming.โ€

– Curtis Tyrone Jones












Text & image source: Harmony https://www.facebook.com/Harmony-578149188866564/











Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.




” Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty
of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.”

~ Lydia M. Child












Text & image source: Harmony https://www.facebook.com/578149188866564/











Life is a process of sowing and reaping!




” People love to tell how life is unfair, unjust and inequitable. Here is the real story.
Life is a process of sowing and reaping! A focused, consistent, positively motivated
and disciplined character is essential to making your life story have a happy ending.
Till your mental soil with determination. Fertilize your emotional soil with positive
words. And plant the seed of your heart’s desire with your disciplined efforts.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant










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