My Mom passed away between 2 and 4 this morning, dying peacefully in her sleep as I had been praying she would. Would you do me a huge favor and post that on your blog? As it stands now, I won’t be doing any blogging again, for a long, long time. I just found out my sister has cancer again, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to do anything at all for any time soon, so I’m going to make sure the blog is shut down completely this time. It has been a pleasure knowing you for this short time, and I’ll always remember you, but at the moment I have no energy left to deal with this. Love, hugs, blessings to all my friends on Word Press. Angie
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817. Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in spirit; for, without being seen, they are present with you. ~St Francis of Sales
Angels are all around us, all the time,
in the very air we breathe.
~Eileen Elias Freeman
The golden moments in the stream of life
rush past us and we see nothing but sand;
the angels come to visit us, and we
only know them when they are gone.
~George Elliot
We not only live among men,
but there are airy hosts, blessed spectators,
sympathetic lookers-on,
that see and know and appreciate
our thoughts and feelings and acts.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Angels come to help and guide us in as many guises
as there are people who need their assistance.
Sometimes we see their ethereal, heavenly shadow,
bright with light and radiance.
Sometimes we only feel their nearness or hear their whisper.
And sometimes they look no different from ourselves.
~Eileen Elias Freeman
I had so many freckles that my mother used to say
that they were kisses from the angels.
~Lara Flynn Boyle
Wishing you…
a sunbeam to warm you,
a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering angel, so
nothing can harm you.
~Irish Blessing
Goodness knows I have plenty of freckles, and so I’m not surprised that with all those angel kisses all over my face I’ve felt the presence of ministering angels all my life. However, lately there have been even more than ever aflutter in my world. And so my post tonight is in praise of the Lord and His ever-vigilant angels. For I know not where any of us would be without angels watching over us. Where heaven meets earth, there are you, too, my friends!
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation. ~Hebrews 1:14 ✝
**Angel images via Pinterest
Everything Sounds the Same
I’m not old
I woke up
I lifted my arms
I moved my knees
I turned my neck
Everything made the same noise :
Crrrrraaaaccck
I came to a conclusion
I’m not old
I’m crispy!
Image : Pinterest
816. There is no spot of ground, however bare and ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight. ~Gertrude Jekyll
which roses now do I grow…
There are red ones, pink ones,
very, very bright yellow ones,
spotted ones, striped ones,
and even two-toned ones.
colored ones, and the purplish ones,
the small ones and the big ones,
the old ones and the new ones,
and so, my oh my, how will I ever
choose the ones I want to plant
this time around?
A “key” quote!
815. Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!” ~Rumi
What is the reason,
The meaning behind life?
What causes its movement,
What makes it come alive?
Nature is a sacred text,
Pages with the deepest truths.
And beyond all outward forms
Lies the secret place of wisdom.
Galaxies roam the universe
Waves flow from shore to shore
Trees seek the heavens
The moon rises at night, why?
The answer is simply Love
All of this, my friend, is in the name of Love
~Edited excerpted passages from the book,
FINALLY BACK HOME, by
Irfaan Ihsan Jaffer
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. ~1 Corinthians 13:1-3 ✝
**Image via Pinterest
To Be A Butterfly
How wonderful it must be to be a butterfly
floating gracefully on the soft, gentle breeze of a warm summer day
on beautiful, magnificent wings that are your own
Alighting on the colorful petals of hundreds of flowers in full bloom
and feasting on sweet, delicious nectar all day.
Ah yes, how wonderful it must be to be a butterfly…
© Julie Rehnelt 2015
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✿~Peace & Love~✿
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Wishes ~
814. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and that can grow brave by reflection. ~Thomas Paine
Refuse to fall down
If you cannot refuse to fall down, refuse to stay down.
If you cannot refuse to stay down, lift your heart toward heaven,
and like a hungry beggar, ask that it be filled.
The one who says nothing good comes of such as this,
is not yet listening.
~Edited excerpt
by Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. ~Marianne Williamson
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. ~Isaiah 41:10 ✝
**Photos I took in Paris when we went to see Napoleon’s Tomb at Les Invaides…
Pearl (in haiga form)
One of my earliest postings on this blog was of a haiku on a pearl. Having begun creating haiga, a combination of a haiku and a piece of art or a photograph. I reworked this poem, and this is the result. It is now finally finished. I only wish I could give full attribution to the original photographer, but I could find none after searching for quite a long time. I did alter the color to suit this poem. My thanks to all fine arts photographers who always inspire.
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