For the daily dose of inspiration today, the question is: What is your favorite part about yourself? The response is in the photos. Leave a comment with your answer too, please. Or a link with a photo. Thanks.
"Teach me the meaning of heaven and hell," the samurai barked. The monk opened his eyes. "I have no time for rudeness or silly questions." So goes the parable of The Monk and The Belligerent Samurai.
To borrow Guardini's quote, may our hearts be quickened by love, and free will stir us to action so that spiritual conception can happen. And may we soon turn to our stillness within to allow the blessings to seep in. I bless you and wish you safe and joyous festivities.
I'm ashamed of how long I dragged my feet with this book. I hope you forgive me, and in the same breath want to invite you to read my story of discovery and vulnerability in this book review. Kudos to the author of Victorine: A book that I will forever hold dear.
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The country that raised me boasted of one season throughout the year, but perhaps it was because we wished for snow so much, but at Christmas time, we often pulled out sweaters to ward off the chill. And mother read us stories of Christmases in cold countries. Hope you enjoy these from Librivox.
To have a constant supply of joy at all seasons, discern the solar halo of joy in wonted placed, then incline your heart to them-- joy will be there because you stored it there.
© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. Do you have a Halloween poem that you wrote and failed to publish? Then I guess that poem is bullying your shadow. Let's do something about that.
These things I remember, and I remember them well: Father brought us white Christmases to revel and to boast, and Mother brought us Christmases to last forever.
A riddle: What's the nicest 'thing' you can have, and the best 'thing' you can be-- even through long distances? Well, a pen pal, of course. Won't you be mine? *wink* Thanks.
© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. The Moon this month, a heads-up on the eclipse next month, and sharing more about myself with you. Happy moon-gazing.
Did you know that well-preserved potpourri can last for decades? For the love of flowers, why not? Let's make potpourri and stimulate nasal appraisal.