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Spiritual Sunday #3 Postcards from Paradise

does the sun always shine 
in paradise?
not always, but the feeling is golden...
is paradise cloud free?
and pain-free?
not necessarily...
clouds and pain may sit side by side,
but when you are with the ones you love
it can still feel like paradise!
wishing you all a happy week
x

Sending to Postcards from Pardise
@
Recuerda mi Corazon

Comments

rebecca said…
i love this post sue!
it is full of courage and light.
rarely is there a pain free moment in my physical body...and like you, i embrace clouds and challenges as if collecting armfuls of flowers.
thank you for your beauty and strength.

your spiritual sunday speaks straight to my heart.
Spadoman said…
Dearest Ms. Foxy... I love these sentiments. I walk this way in my journey through this life. Clouds and rain do not darken or dampen spirit at all, but i had to learn this. It was well worth it.

Peace to you and all you hold dear.
Cheryl said…
Rain and clouds can be very refreshing. Your photos are magnificent. I love the feeling they invoke. Feelings like courage, hope, love, nurture and nature. Thanks for playing today.
somepinkflowers said…
yes
any place with a puppy
Like That
would B paradise
for certain,
rain or shine.


{{ i so want a dog }}
Dearest Sue,
I love your images of rain and the windswept coasts of England. You do remind us that although Paradise is not always perfect, never pain free, filled equally with both shadows and light ~ it is a place of our own making, surrounded by those we love and doing what is most important to us. I am reminded of Emily Dickinson's poem which I will leave here:

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!

Emily Dickinson
gma said…
We must endure the not so nice to appreciate paradise. Big old smile to you and precious pooch. :-)
love
An attitude of gratitude through pleasure and pain. Thanks for reminding me.
Dawn Elliott said…
Clouds and rain - always a blessing, but frought with peril and pain at times. Such a touching post!
Miss Robyn said…
yes! we were standing on different shores.. connected, not knowing! did you collect shells? is that a motor home you went away in? we are so similar.. you are certainly one of my tribe. love you xo

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