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Living in a screenplay she never read the end
and no one else is to see..
The pain of abrasions covered with a smile
no one's to look underneath...
In a lonesome night she ran
away in quest for light and then
she found fire....
~ The blessing Celtic Woman ~
for the textures only group competition #5
thanks for the original picture beggs and the angel Eddi 07
texture by jaiel
This is me with my sister and her grandblessings on Thanksgiving Wednesday in Louisiana!!! What a blessing to celebrate Thanksgiving with this precious part of my family!!
.. husband blessing his wife, after finishing rituals of worshiping gomti river.
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My brother passed away 43 days ago. I'm doing a Buddhist practice for him for 49 days. Today would have been his 70th birthday. I found this feather this morning - sure it is a gift for him.
2 romans visiting the local shrine to get a blessing from Apollo, the god of music, healing and truth. Build for Vignweek hosted by RebelLUG, day one, Ancient.
The blessing is, that almost everyday, I could spot this adorable creature on this specific white Lantana plant!!! And that she would let me for a long-long time capture her beauty from very close!!! She was, indeed, so much in love with these lovely white Lantana blooms!!!!!!!!
Pilgrims doing a blessing ritual in Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, at their planetary post, determined by the day of the week they were born on (there are eight posts - in Burmese astrology the week has eight days, with Wednesday actually split into two). Pouring water over the Buddha statue is considered to bring good luck.
Blessings Perish Through Ingratitude
2 Chronicles 20:26; Psalm 100:4; 145:10; 2 Corinthians 4:15
Every blessing that God confers upon us perishes through our carelessness, if we are not prompt and active in rendering thanks. - JOHN CALVIN
Elliot Ritzema, 300 Quotations for Preachers from the Reformation (Pastorum Series; Bellingham, WA: Lexham Press, 2013).
Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans . "Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way." ~ The Cherokee Nation ~
I suppose you can clasify this one in the bokeh and blur set~ :-)
My heart smiles at this. You know it is wonderful to have your child love something that is dear to your heart. My oldest loves the camera as I do. He “See’s” what a photographer wants and develops to see, some may say a natural. As in this case he comes barreling through the door hollering…Moooooom, I need the camera! That makes me smile so big….boy, it could be worse couldn’t it? I have a few shots of this little “photo shoot” that I will throw in from time to time. Goodness, I didn’t know that caterpillars could move so fast..lol. These two were taken by myself but I will post a few from my son as well, on another day. Have a great evening! Andrea
The Blessing
is the moment of sunsplashed brilliance,
the walking-in by chance at the time
of greatest need. The blessing is swallows
alive from Africa, cavorting in English sky.
The blessing is a surprise, like luminescence
seen from a boat at night, between islands,
and the way it rises on the swell, the shallows
all aglow with it, the tide a woman’s sigh.
The blessing doesn’t choose. Its substance
is just bestowed. We have no right.
The blessing is the rustling of willows
when dawn comes, and mayflies love and die.
We are much in need of blessing. Its essence
will not distil: it evaporates if we try.
It’s lurking in shadows; it skulks in hollows.
It weeps, yet bids us fly.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. The picture shows a detail of an early 20th century wall-painting in Compton Beauchamp church, Oxfordshire.
On Sunday we attended the prayers and ceremony where the sand mandala is destroyed, swept back to the millions of tiny grains of marble dust. It was a moving ceremony and all those attending were given a tiny bag of the coloured marble dust.
The mandala is started from the centre and, working outwards, the monks use metal funnels called chak-pur to place the minute grains of coloured sand over a pre-marked outline design of the mandala. The vibrations of the chak-pur being grated with a metal rod cause the sands to flow like liquid.
Once completed, the mandala - a two-dimensional image of a Buddha's palace - is destroyed during a ceremony in which healing blessings are requested from the deities. As the monks chant, one monk begins the destruction by scraping a knuckle through the sand, creating a cross of grey sand. Another monk then takes a brush and carefully sweeps the sand from the perimeter to the centre of the mandala where it collected and traditionally dispersed into flowing water, a way of extending its healing powers to the whole world.
The destruction of the mandala is seen to serve as a reminder of the impermanence of life.
No Invites please ....
Just something to remember in going about our lives.
Seeing this young man just gave me a time to pause and reflect.
"Challenges make you discover things about yourself that you never really knew"
C. Tyson
This card is inspired by Lin's flower cards in a vase. I can't remember the name of this HA flower stamp. Anyway, I stamped twice and painted and cut them out. This little vase is a free download that I printed out on a scrap piece of paper. Can you see the cherries on my tree in the background?
This is for Fantartsy !
This is Jen and her two of her three little girls !
Jen at the age of only 36 has lupus and just had a minor heart attack !
she is in need of all of our prayers !
Please leave a prayer blessing here for her or just a little note to say you are praying for her !
Our Prayers are with You and Jen.
We Pray for her complete recovery and Blessed Health !
Im not too sure how to describe the feeling but things like this make me realize this life we live is to be cherishd, each moment even the moments that are not so perfect. I was blessed one day when I ran across a photo stream filled with light and and love, a stream that I absolutley was drawn to from the very moment I saw her art. I think it was in January of 2010 when I first saw a mobile of paper cranes hanging in her window. She inspired me when she showed me pictures of her everyday life. I know because we are now friends that not every day is an easy day for my friend but she tries to find the good things in her day the things that at times some take for granted but she showcases them and captures them forever and ever in her photo art. This beautiful picture hangs on my dining room wall. Its such a wonderful reminder of how this life really is, how even the spilt milk can be so very beautiful if we only take a moment to find it, see it and feel it. Its there, its always there. Thank you my friend, from the bottom of my heart. And Why not make this a BAM while Im at it.
My sister was sweet enough to take a picture of me with the picture.
2 all my heavenly flickr friends...u r my angelic blessings...
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this little heavenly angel filled wit blessings 4 u.,.
she's sent from heaven above..
4 all da kindness u have shown...
da 1st blessing she gives u is LOVE..
4 all da times u unselfishly gave comments..,awards & invites..
da blessing of happiness she gives 2 u...
may u never experience a sad day...
may ur soul always feel renewed..
4 all da times u gave me a *smile*...
da blessing of joy will be urs...
this angel of blessings has chosen u..
cuz of soo much of ur heavenly heart u do give..
i am thankful 4 ur many heavenly visits...
ur beautiful...& heavenly comments..
4 u r an angelic blessing 2 me.
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