Thursday, March 23, 2017

March 24, 2017

March 24, 2017

All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

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   All images in this post have photography as the first step in developing what is presented here in a more painterly way. Take a break from the new national sport of politics and spend a few minutes seeing the real beauty of what is around us waiting to be enjoyed. Better yet get out and have a walk among nature wherever you can find it. God did not create all the hubbub that seems to constantly vie for our attention. See what is happening in the present moment of the gifts being offered to soothe our ruffled nerves.

   Here is a beautiful blog I discovered last night that has many poems and great quotes from people who have for the most part learned to live their lives in the "Now." It opens in this link with a nature poem by Denise Levertov -

http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/search/label/Denise%20Levertov

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The political nature of trees


The non-political nature of the Buddha


Some trees have a middle of the road nature


Some trees just enjoy being trees


Other trees find the way to their inner self

So ......


Take five long breaths and enjoy simply breathing.

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   All the images with the exception of the Buddha were taken in this last week.



All rocks and growth in the forest have a story -
A song to sing just for for the one engaged with their true self. 
The woods also ask for your song in return.
What song do you want to sing in the Gardens of Creation?


Winter has many colors which can easily be overlooked,
so casual wandering in Love's Gardens
can be easily improved to enter into relationship 
with our Creator, the Great Mother.


This rock marks the beginning of a wondrous journey
that can take us to places unexpected -
Grace does not come with any labels.


Like any journey a first step is the beginning of the journey.
Look the the crest of the wave just beginning to break
on its way to a full crashing leap into the "New."


Winter grass combed by the wind.

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Just a picture I like.

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Some humor:

    


Peace until next post,

    Bill Lagerstrom