Daily Archives: November 16, 2015

The reality of our reality

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“How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.”
― Abraham Lincoln

“If you’ve never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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(statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus / Kylemore Abbey / Connemara, County Galway, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)

The time of our preoccupation with the trite and trivial..
The prosaic pursuit of the surreal verses the real…
The purposeful distractions thrown in the path of the truth…
The time has come that we stop in the midst of our littleness, seeking rather that which
is Greater than ourselves.

As we spend our days and nights engrossed in the likes of reality programs, the sideshows and freak shows of our times, we create false idols for our empty attentions.
We listen to…

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WP has done it again…

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Again they’ve changed without any warning the new post page. We get no word count now, and at first I couldn’t find the second part of the format bar at top under the title. But eventually I came across it by postioning my cursor on the line beneath it and it moved it across to the rest of the options like justifying your text and such. It’s so frustrating when they do things like this. Hugs, Natalie

951. All was silent as before – all silent save the dripping rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Mid-November has come shrouded in its predictable gloom
Which has set the sky to weeping from its heavy clouds of grey.
Somber as that may be autumn’s flowery remains yet bloom
Albeit droop amidst the decomposing ghosts of yesterday.

The garden, it is still and as silent as a tomb except for
The rain that varies from mists to showers to a downpour,
And there are no birds, no butterflies, no bees, no cats astray
Venturing forth from their dry haunts all the livelong day.

And I, I sit in front of the window and watch in a melancholy
Kind of funk, the cause of which I know not except to say
That like a chameleon perhaps I’ve taken on the colors of the day
But not because the rain, the silence, and the peacefulness are folly.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. ~Philippians 4:6-7   ✝