Today I'm taking a little me time, doing what I love to do, just digital doodling. My mind has been on dolls, motherhood, Mary and the coming season. Recently an acquaintance posted about ' Rag Doll ', this is me at the moment, I feel a bit like a rag doll, the stuffing has been knocked out a little. So I'm taking time to just be, to gather myself, to see where I can patch things up a bit, maybe a dash of rouge will do the trick! I'm giving myself some 'Mary mother love'. I'm sending back my thanks via Virgin a Day Recuerda mi Corazon I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white; dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears; But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor
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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.
Peace to you and all you hold dear.
any place with a puppy
Like That
would B paradise
for certain,
rain or shine.
{{ i so want a dog }}
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
love