meri i had to look up those amazing flowers - ranunculus! i love the way the shadows and light play across their petals. thanks for these gorgeous photographs. steven
Steven: Aren't ranunculus amazing? I love how many layers of ruffles they have. The remind me of ballerina tutus. And I just had to play with my new camera. There are some kinds to work out and I think for closeup shots, I'll have to use a different lens.
Maggie: Isn't it a splendid color? And I love the little buds about to pop in the background.
I saw some ranunculus in London today, but they weren't as splendidly and brilliantly colored as these. Did you take these pictures in Mexico? (Don't you think these are Mexican colors?)
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses -- that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
Pablo Neruda
your incredible photos give me pause for deep reflection.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. We settle in somewhere, thinking it's going to be safe and hospitable and just what we hoped for, a magical haven that provides us shelter from harm. Then reality sets in and we realize that we were mistaken. That soft place to land turns out to be quite a bit less soft than we'd anticipated. In fact sometimes things get downright hard and cold and unforgiving. Not at all what we expected. Do we stay and make the best of it or fly away to build a new nest somewhere else? Sometimes the most valuable lessons come from learning to see the beauty right in front of your eyes. Sometimes we bloom most gloriously when we learn to thrive just where we are and come to love just what we have. Maybe each of us is exactly where we need to be, learning lessons custom-made for us.
Haiku My Heart i invite you to imagine living in peace one day at a time I have to admit that I'm finding it hard to celebrate the birthday of my country having declared its independence from Mother England, when the country was founded on institutionalized slavery, the idea that white men were created equal but but black men were less than and women weren't even considered. We tend to glorify the "all men are created equal" phrase without looking at the reality. We can do better. We must.
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Maggie: Isn't it a splendid color? And I love the little buds about to pop in the background.
Wonderful words, too.
But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those
unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers
and our weaknesses -- that is something still greater and more beautiful because it
widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
Pablo Neruda
your incredible photos give me pause for deep reflection.
thank you
I do love the writings of Don Miguel Ruiz.
Hugs and blessings,