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We’ve been in St Ives today for the Pages of the Sea event initiated by Danny Boyle to commemorate 100 years since the Armistice was signed and WW1 came to an end. It was one of thirty such events on beaches around Britain today. My choir was singing. Several of us wore white poppies which […]

via St Ives, Pages of the Sea and Peace — mybeautfulthings

27 May 2018 – In honor of Memorial Day for all those who have sacrificed themselves hoping to make this world a better place.

 

St Ives, Pages of the Sea and Peace — mybeautfulthings reblog

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14 Nov 2017 Beyond Attachment to Names (mevlana jelaluddin rumi ) and drawings

14 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing 1159 am Alvarado TX 1

14 Nov 2017 – It doesn’t matter what your name, your label, there is one cause for us all….unity.

14 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing 1222 pm Alvarado TX 1

14 Nov 2017 – No more yellow ribbons…no more war.

14 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing 1141 am Alvarado TX 1

14 Nov 2017 – We rise.

http://www.worldprayers.org/archive/prayers/celebrations/move_beyond_any_attachment.html

Move beyond any attachment to names…..

Every war  and every conflict between human beings has happened because
of some disagreement about names. It’s such an unnecessary foolishness, because just
beyond the arguing there’s a long  table of companionship, set and waiting for us to sit down.


What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured  into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing,
one song.  The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight
looks slightly different  on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different
on this other one, but  it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these
time-and-space personalities,  from a light, and when we praise, we pour them back in.

mevlana jelaluddin rumi – 13th century

10 Sept 2017 Angels Everywhere and Dream within a Dream – Edgar Allen Poe

Good morning to you.  We are having a kind of “shitty” morning.  Poor Link is still having bowel troubles.  We are going to have to take him to the vet if this doesn’t get better today.  We had to kick May kitty out of the garage last night….ant invasion happened.  The food she doesn’t always eat just sitting around was too great a temptation to pass up on I guess.  She’s not happy with us for taking the garage away but I can’t have ants invading the house.  It feels like if we give one inch they would just take over the whole place!  Can I get an UGGGGGGHHH?!!!!!   Being an adult…through with it!!!

Last night I was feeling the restlessness and discontent of these above personal happenings and just all the stuff going on in our world…feels like I’ve just been churning inside for months now.   I decided to visit a book that was given to me many years ago called Angels Everywhere Miracles & Messages by Lynn Valentine.  There’s something comforting about reading stories of divine interventions in these times:

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. – Ralph Waldo Emerson (personal message for J, M and W today)

I have been rediscovering my love of poetry.  This poem resonated with the tone and pitch of our current times.  Sometimes it does feel like the tighter we hold on to the “grains of sand” of our lives the quicker they seem to slip through our fingers.  I am having to learn, as all eventually do, that there is no holding on to time.   

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream/if you go to this link you can hear the poem read out loud, great poetry page!

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?