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I had to remove the SL groups I was invited to show as this is not an SL image but thank you for those invites.
...There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.” Rumi
Summer's end
"when was the last time you got lost in an enchanted garden, kidnapped a myth, turned wishes into wings...
thanks so much for all the group invites!
(I've been absent for a while dealing with family health issues.)
There is a morning inside you
waiting to burst open into light - Rumi
Thank you for all the invites!
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright. - Lord Byron
not second life but close lol!
every path and every stream we follow becomes a chapter in our story, every gate opens to a new dimension.
one of the images from my exhibit at Itakos Gallery
It will be up for while so do visit if you can.
"Even so, sometimes there were mornings, still folded between waking and dreaming, when Megan would bolt up in bed and exclaim ecstatically “How they danced, how they danced!!"
from my short story : CM
The Stolen Child is based on the poem by W. B. Yeats
Film Noir quote from Sam Spade (Humphrey Bogart) in “The Maltese Falcon”, 1941.
Challenge # 20 – 2nd Annual Noir Style –
The Dark Side of Light - Nov. 15 to Dec. 14
www.flickr.com/groups/thedarksideofthelight/discuss/72157...
"Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, and think kindly of me"
Hades to Persephone ( Homeric verse)
This is the wider view of Selwicks Bay, which also takes in the outline of the headland or 'grumpy troll' face staring out to sea! Wishing everyone a Happy Easter Break :-)
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And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
T.S. Eliot
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them."
Taken at the Cenotaph in Langford with a composite virtual poppy field
in the distance are the ruins of an Augustinian abbey. Around the 12th century the monks moved from the remote island of Skellig Michael to the mainland and built the priory.