What that graphic did for me: the glowing center is my essence (brain, heart, soul, conscience). The figures emanating around and away are my ideas, my words, my offerings, things I give to others, good deeds done, but not told out loud.
Lime, that is an absolutely lovely interpretation of this image. I love it! Thanks for sharing. :-)
I could be wrong, as I often am, but I have a feeling you have a heart of gold and brighten the lives of all who orbit your sphere. May the weekend shine upon you. :-)
"Wow," she said, sitting back in her chair. That is pretty good! Yes, I have a huge open heart. That is true. It gets broken quite a lot, but I am made of tough stuff and I don't close it down. (Either that, or I like to feel bad a lot.) " . . brighten the lives . . " - probably not of ALL I encounter, but I try to always give better than I sometimes get. Thank you for saying such lovely words. I hope the angels pat your head this weekend, too.
This poem has me at a loss for words, it is beautiful, beautifully sheer and intergral. to see the face of heaven to hold the heart of Mary Each time I read these words, it is as though my heart contracts at the divine loveliness of these words. The soul of this poem reminds me very much of a song that you introduced me to, Unbound by Robbie Robertson, each as exquisitely lovely and stirring as the other, tugging at every emotion connected to passion and yearning, and the essence of life. This is one of those times when the rapture that your words create eradicates the ability to express the extent, in other words, utterly wowed and in need of greater pause, thus look for me on a B-wave.
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What that graphic did for me: the glowing center is my essence (brain, heart, soul, conscience). The figures emanating around and away are my ideas, my words, my offerings, things I give to others, good deeds done, but not told out loud.
Lime, that is an absolutely lovely interpretation of this image. I love it! Thanks for sharing. :-)
I could be wrong, as I often am, but I have a feeling you have a heart of gold and brighten the lives of all who orbit your sphere. May the weekend shine upon you. :-)
"Wow," she said, sitting back in her chair. That is pretty good! Yes, I have a huge open heart. That is true. It gets broken quite a lot, but I am made of tough stuff and I don't close it down. (Either that, or I like to feel bad a lot.) " . . brighten the lives . . " - probably not of ALL I encounter, but I try to always give better than I sometimes get. Thank you for saying such lovely words. I hope the angels pat your head this weekend, too.
If we were closer, we would share wine and smiles and the touch of eye made warm in the open air. :-)
Clink! Here's another drop to toast the outdoors. I've got a little cabin fever.
I'll clink to that.
Clink. :-)
Of course, nothing wrong with a little time in the cabin every once in awhile. :-D
This poem has me at a loss for words, it is beautiful, beautifully sheer and intergral. to see the face
of heaven
to hold the heart
of Mary
Each time I read these words, it is as though my heart contracts at the divine loveliness of these words. The soul of this poem reminds me very much of a song that you introduced me to, Unbound by Robbie Robertson, each as exquisitely lovely and stirring as the other, tugging at every emotion connected to passion and yearning, and the essence of life. This is one of those times when the rapture that your words create eradicates the ability to express the extent, in other words, utterly wowed and in need of greater pause, thus look for me on a B-wave.
Thanks Sunshine. Your wonderful comments never get old. :-)
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