In quietness and confidence shall be your strength and within your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit ~ of great worth in the sight of God. Isaiah 30:15b; 1 Peter 3:4
Tuesday
Wednesday
Tuesday
Friday
Tuesday
Chambers of the Heart
revealed in the hands...
Open Palms
- yielded - approachable - receptive - responsive - trusting - affectionate - generous - quietly confident
Tight Fists
- resistant - devious - secretive - narrow - faithless - greedy - selfish - hidden fears
Open Palms
- yielded - approachable - receptive - responsive - trusting - affectionate - generous - quietly confident
Tight Fists
- resistant - devious - secretive - narrow - faithless - greedy - selfish - hidden fears
Monday
Sunday
Three Doors
Friday
Meditatio
Thursday
Watercolor Rock Bed
This reminds me of the myriad of days my charming daughter, in contemplative silence, spent staring at the ceiling - finding figures and images (one might consider it her early "Where's Waldo" experience). I often find that if you ponder a portion of any image, faces will emerge. Look for examples in many of this Blog's posts.
Straight Paths
Tuesday
Pathways
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
"The more deeply the path is etched - the more it is used; and the more it is used - the more deeply it is etched." ~ Jo Coudert
Sunday
Friday
Nexus
Beliefs, essence, heart.
Connection, bonding, affinity. Three-fold cords unbroken.
Stones in the wilderness. Ethos' collide. Scourging.
A tree on a hill. Last breaths.
Love hangs there.
Darkness.
Tapestries tear ~ seen and unseen.
Lightening rips the cosmos. Shaking.
Mystical.
Synthesis emerges.
A hush falls to earth.
Fragments, fractures, brokenness ~ washed by pooling crimson stains.
The Ancient of Days spills redemption for all. Triumph.
Destiny. INRI.
Connection, bonding, affinity. Three-fold cords unbroken.
Stones in the wilderness. Ethos' collide. Scourging.
A tree on a hill. Last breaths.
Love hangs there.
Darkness.
Tapestries tear ~ seen and unseen.
Lightening rips the cosmos. Shaking.
Mystical.
Synthesis emerges.
A hush falls to earth.
Fragments, fractures, brokenness ~ washed by pooling crimson stains.
The Ancient of Days spills redemption for all. Triumph.
Destiny. INRI.
Tides
Woodland Veils
Thursday
Meadows
Peering from the mountain's ridge, my gaze falls upon the exquisite rolling moorlands. A sensuous muted blanket of purple heather spreads lavishly - as far as my eyes can see. Delicate aromas drift through the atmosphere. Perfumed air envelopes my senses. Joy attends my heart.
Suddenly ~ Zzzzzzzz.............
Meadows: a pastel plantation for the pollen pouches of winged creatures.
Morning Dew
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