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God’s in his heaven…
“God’s in his heaven. All’s right with the world.” Robert Browning. Always loved that phrase and think about it often when I’m on my porch. Ate breakfast on the porch this morning sitting in the swing, drinking my coffee, surveying my little world, watching my songbirds and butterflies enjoy the sunshine of the waking day.…
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I listen as the twilight whispers words of love to the earth…
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Beauty is God’s handwriting…
Another pretty day with Father Sky’s perfectly rendered blue, sunshiny summer sky canvas. I shut the windows in my bedroom this afternoon and turned the window air conditioner back on. Guess summer is back to stay and she’s showing out today. “Summertime and the livin’ is easy,” Porgy and Bess. My yard has four squirrels…
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“The sun is God’s candle…”
Summer sashayed back in town today, running Mr. Fake Fall away. I was glad to wake up welcomed back to summer, to see the blue sky, the yellow sunshine, the white clouds. I love the imagery in this quote, “The sun is God’s candle,” Matshona Dhliwayo. I can see God carefully carrying an exquisitely designed…
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Everything has beauty…
Today was a beautiful summer day, pleasantly cool and cloudy, with a vanilla overcast sky painted with wisps of cigar smoke colored clouds, sometimes gathering in purple shades, light and dark, their bellies filled with rain that never fell from the sky on my yard. The twinkling silver dew on the grass looked like Mother…
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“It always pays to dwell slowly on the beautiful things…”
Today has been cool and misty. The sky is overcast in melted vanilla and thin cigar smoke cloud layers. I saw one swatch of blue peaking through when I walked Penelope. My neighborhood is surrounded by hymns from the porches’ organ wind chimes. The music is beautiful and haunting, making me sit still and quiet…
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See the world as a gift from God…
Amit Ray writes, “The songs of the morning birds reverberates the glory of the eternal life.” The birds have been singing all morning, joining the raindrops and the wind chimes’ soft notes, their beautiful hymns of thanks reverberating through my neighborhood. I saw a small flock of American goldfinches in the old oak, the males…
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“We walk by faith, not sight…”
I love Maya Angelou, studied her in college at Wesleyan. Been reading some of her quotes today. This is one of my favorite ones. “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Words are cheap, sometimes hard to…
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“The storm may be tempestuous, but it is only temporary…”
Sat outside early afternoon in the swing during a sunshower. The big fat raindrops polka dotted the sidewalk and the red porch tiles. The rain was pouring down and the sky was blue and sunny and full of fluffy white clouds. Cooled things off briefly but afterwards it was hot and steamy on the porch.…
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“Open the bloom of your heart…”
