A Simple Gift

"The waves echo behind me. 

Patience--Faith--Openness, 

is what the Sea has to teach.

Simplicity--Solitude--Intermittency."

Gift from the Sea

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Texture Tuesdays, Texture: Simplicity

KimKlassen

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Heart Thought: there was a time when I read fully entranced  by everything, especially the journals, of Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

Although she was my mother's generation, I was completely attached to her through her writings. Have you found that at different stages of life you feel certain books/authors are writing just for your eyes?  It is a marvelous feeling to find such a gift.    

                                 Simplicity in your Day: Sharon

When Rocks Melt Hearts

It all started with Stripey Stones

and  a beautiful blog    be...dream....play...

A world where Elizabeth Bunsen spins a world of dream like creativity, wrapped around Wabi Sabi words, crowned with gorgeous photography.

 Stripey Rocks, say it softly.

Downey gray, diagonal stripes of meringue.

Baby smooth born from one thousand years of shifting.

Elizabeth introduced me to them.

A very heavy box arrived, festooned with stamps and black willowy silhouettes.

Peeking inside like a child seeking Santa Claus through the midnight window;

the interior, as splendid as a dancing yellow ballroom spilled over into my heart.

 Layers, small offerings, eucalyptus stained silk, velvet bags, dried leaves, such delights

bound in sunset peach yarn and cotton string.

How did she know I love vessels tucked into vessels....small, tiny, tinier?

OX-eb    Ox-eb  love spilled out, layer by layer of lovelies made by her own hands.

Nature's Skipping Stones, carefully wrapped in time rusted cloth.

be...dream...play

There is  more to the story....

 wait and see.

My new treasure will go on to touch other's lives.

If you would like  a destination where Creativity reigns and EB is the designer visit her at Be..Dream...Play.  You will visit for a LONG LONG time.  She has some beautiful handmade coptic bound books, encaustic gems and Stripey Stones available for purchase.

Elizabeth was recently interviewed by Meri
on her new blog, Finally Me.  You will find a glimpse into this marvelously creative and generous woman's life, philosophy and art.

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I thought it was perfect to share this post on Kat Sloma's, Photo-Heart Connection.

A Gaelic Prayer for Rebecca

I became acquainted with Rebecca but a short time ago, through her blog, recuerda mi corazon. 

If you don't know this gentle, gifted woman, you will wish her to be your best friend, just as I have.

Today Rebecca is in need of our prayers and heaven wishes for a full recovery from surgery.

Rebecca is Nature, Sky and Water. 

May this Gaelic Prayer bring Peace to her Heart.

Deep Peace of the running Wave to you

Deep Peace of the flowing Air to you.

Deep Peace of the quiet Earth to You.

Deep Peace of the shining Stars to You.

Deep Peace of the gentle Night to You.

Moon and Stars pour out their Healing Light on You.

Deep Peace of Christ,

the Light of the World to You.

Blessings to you dear, Rebecca

Count the stars to know how many send prayers and heaven wishes for your full recovery.

What I Have Always Known

May this small offering of prose and photography give you a few moments of quiet and reflection.

Texture: Sunrise provided by Kim Klassen

Heart Thought: as you, like I, have aged, have you found certain profound truths concerning the Joys in your life? What Joys do you carry next to your heart?

(Feel free to print this card.)

I have   come to know that the joys in life have nothing to do with age.

They do not change.  Sunrise, sunset, family, buds in blooms, hummingbirds darting about,

music, words, art, waves rolling in through all Eternity.

Chinese New Year

The Year of the Dragon

Those born in the year of the Dragon

are considered to be very fortunate.


Their sign is Prosperity and Courage

  Grab those chop sticks, order some really yummy Chinese 

food....don't forget the Fortune Cookies.....and celebrate

the Year of the Dragon.


May we

 all have Courage and Prosperity all year long.

Heart Thought: do you know which of the 12 Zodiac signs you were born under?  I am glad that I am not the Rat...!

Window on the World

When I was a little girl, my Window on the World consisted of sitting in the loft of our barn or on top of the neighbor's garage roof. From those lofty views, the wire and wood fences  were the bookends of the World....

One day my third grade teacher pulled out a blue and brown globe. She spoke about China, it seemed so mysterious, colorful and distant on the OTHER side of the globe. 

"Other" to me meant THROUGH!  I could imagine no way to get there but to DIG down deep...and thus, I started a BIG HOLE with a very little red tin shovel.    

Just before entering my teens, my aunts took my sister and me on a JOURNEY. Crammed in a car, with no air conditioning, we crossed the farm lands of Utah, the desert flats of Nevada.....the lush vegetation of California ending at the OCEAN!!!!

Huge, Frightening, Noisy, Cold, Never ending, Infinity, the Pacific Ocean. Surely this was the true "bookend" to the World. 

Slowly years drifted  by, the windows of my world became larger, more transparent, more welcoming. I had a choice: walk through, or stay behind.

Windows can separate us, divide us, keep others out, make us strangers, alienate.
Or windows can be an open invitation to the other side.  
And yes, one day I did go to  China, but I left my little red shovel behind.


Heart Thought:  have you ever encountered a window that shut you out? Were you able to "go through to the other side?" 

Postcards from Paradise

The Innocence of a Child's Hand

Ten beautiful fingers

blessed with innocence.

For each, two eager hands

ready to explore the world.

Time will slip on the

waves of time.

The sweetness born of 

curious fingers.

Where will these perfect, gentle hands

be as age beckons them on.

For they are our future.

Heart Thought: when last did you feel the delicious warmth of a baby's perfect little fingers, grasping your own?

Share the JOY
with Meri's Musings.