Tag Archive | Thoughts

#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/










#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/










In the depths of your hopes and desires…




“In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your
silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your
heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to
eternity.”


― Kahlil Gibran











Text & image source: Harmony https://www.facebook.com/Harmon781491888y-566564/











#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/











Inspiration❤️☀ . . . . and Gandhi spoke




“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲,
𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁,
𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘂𝘀
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘀.”

– 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗶













Image Credit: Michaela Fukacova
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