#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/

The plain fact…

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people.
But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers,
storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well
in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight
to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little
do with success as we have defined it.”


~ David Orr












Art by Wendybyrd Smith
Text & image source:  Rivers in the Ocean https://www.facebook.com/RiversInTheOcean/

#PoeticThursday . . . . Fairy Song

Fairy Song.

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies,—
Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red—
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu—I fly—adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,—
Adieu, adieu!”

By John Keats










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

High recognitions . . . There is an increasing desire to return to what is “natural.”

“There is an increasing desire to return to what is “natural.” People are seeking a more
natural way of living, desiring to reform life so that it will become fairer, healthier,
and more beautiful. Understandably, nevertheless, all these tendencies constitute only
a starting point for the true and complete rebuilding that shall come. For only complete
reform can bring forth salvation, which never could have arisen from the old and the past.”


– Roselis von Sass
The author draws inspiration from
The Grail Message “In the Light of Truth”
by Abd-ru-shin









Text and image source: Garden of Illumination https://web.facebook.com/Garden-of-Illumination-1433140463620723/

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep…

“And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep,
and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake
like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped
again in God, and new-created.”

D. H. Lawrence











Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid

#PoeticThursday . . . Twas The Month After Christmas

Twas The Month After Christmas

Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt —

I said to myself, as I only can
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”

So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore —
But isn’t that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!


– Anonymos













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

…. if spiritual intuition were in charge.

The intellect takes care of complicating whatever genuinely simple,
making it as difficult as possible. By doing so, the earthly human
being, its prisoner, remains immersed in the illusion of his ability
in solving “complex problems” that would not even exist if
spiritual intuition were in charge.

The Day Without Tomorrow










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