Thursday, November 3, 2016

November 3, 2016

November 3, 2016

All images and poetry are mine unless otherwise noted.

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   Honoring Fall's last hurrah as soon all leaves will have found their way to this year's final resting place. Here is a case for not embalming our bodies after death. Embalming fluid is highly toxic to the environment and makes a mess of our bodies in short order preventing our return to the earth where we essentially came from. Nature, recycler first rate, sees to it that this year's fallen leaves will give nutrition and life to the trees from which they came the following  Spring. 

    Here is an interesting site that talks about the pros and cons of what we can do with our bodies after we no longer have any use for them:

                                            http://www.beatree.com/



Have you not seen a seed grow into a flower,
a blade of grass, a tree, a forest?
First the seed must be nourished into health
before it can become what God intended for its life.

Be nourishment for all new life that comes our way,
for those who ache for life, the life we have to give 
as Real Food, the same Food God graced us with.

Hold nothing back from any hungry for growth.

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The photos for this post:




The Art Watchers.


As I rise to the Light, slowly following my longing,
I become the Light - fully imbued with God's Love and Grace.

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      At Schoodic Point last week I saw this family marching along the road. Take notice of all left feet in step.




            Seabirds are amazing creatures. Weighing anywhere from a few ounces to several pounds they fly and survive in any weather conditions in their search for food. Fearless and built for storms and the crushing waves breaking near the shore or out at sea, some live a long as 30 or more years. 

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   The rest of the images surround the last gasps of Fall 2016 close to home here in Maine. They were taken on a cold wet day. Offered without comment. 


















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Some humor:

    Peace,   

                    Bill Lagerstrom