One source of beauty I notice looking around me is nature, all beings including myself using my senses and time to be present. I notice color, texture, pattern variations that helps me appreciate my environment and all beings. “The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within.”Ruby Dee
“Gratitude is the closest thing to beauty manifested in an emotion” Mindy Kaling
My ex-husband
bought his wife some kind of new,
fancy energy efficient oven a few months ago
and she now
has a new lease on life,
after some life threatening medical issues.
I can almost smell it from here . . .
the aroma of fresh-baked bread,
still warm from the oven.
It’s her passion now . . .
sour dough artisan rounds,
plump and crusty . . .
tender and fluffy in the middle.
Each loaf
is a beauty to behold.
Some with cranberries and nuts,
some with raisins and cinnamon pellets.
Tina,
who thought she didn’t have a creative bone in her body
is making glorious,
golden brown,
melt in your mouth bread every day.
At first,
she gave them to friends,
and is now selling them online
and through word of mouth . . .
she has become the Sourdough Queen of the Bay Area
and I am so happy for her.
I’ve seen pictures of the bread,
but I don’t need to see a picture of her face
to know she is a beautiful soul
who has found her calling,
and nothing will stop her now. ♥
Always an interesting dynamic for me when I read or see or hear of folks who communicate not only with their ex but with the partner of the ex. Most others I have known seem to have zero communication, dear Sparrow.
My ex-husband and I
are friendly,
dear Joseph,
and I love Tina,
his wife . . .
there was on reason for it to be
any other way.
The death of our first child
broke us up,
not ‘another woman’. ♥
I love those blossoms Yram. We have had a couple that did well for years. The one now is rather anemic. The only house plant my lovely wife Cheryl takes care of that is such.
The beauty I see right now is that of my annual iris bloom in my backyard – yellow, blue, purple and white, with a little maroon tossed in. They don’t last long, so I cherish these couple of weeks.
This morning I was outside as the sun was rising. I first saw a wisp of pink, then a more brilliant rose. Parts of the sky looked like cotton candy before the brightest colors changed to faded oranges and yellows. Beauty, indeed!
The source: The natural world with all its workings.
The beauty: Out the front window of my home, tall green trees against blue sky. On the other side of my home, light and dark as the sun’s rays throw shadows from the small wrought iron table and chairs across our little deck, making striped patterns.
Sunlight trickling in the piano windows, some treasured CDs from friend now passed 9/25; a scroll of these pages brings me to many supportive comments from many of you. Blessings to each of you! Namaste. Peace ☮️
Across the street, the bright pink magenta buds of the quince bush I see out of my living room window, about to bloom. The only bush of quince I’ve seen in my neighborhood.
Sunlight, whether in the form of a blazing sphere of warmth or a ray seeping g through the clouds or blinds giving the gift of light, it transforms the scene before into a way out of darkness. There is beauty in that.
The sky is already lighting up outside. It goes to show that days are getting longer and warmer weather is on the horizon. It’s suppose to be 75 degrees in the Twin Cities today.
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One source of beauty I notice looking around me is nature, all beings including myself using my senses and time to be present. I notice color, texture, pattern variations that helps me appreciate my environment and all beings. “The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within.”Ruby Dee
“Gratitude is the closest thing to beauty manifested in an emotion” Mindy Kaling
Spring is starting to blossom in the North East 🌹🪻🌞
My ex-husband
bought his wife some kind of new,
fancy energy efficient oven a few months ago
and she now
has a new lease on life,
after some life threatening medical issues.
I can almost smell it from here . . .
the aroma of fresh-baked bread,
still warm from the oven.
It’s her passion now . . .
sour dough artisan rounds,
plump and crusty . . .
tender and fluffy in the middle.
Each loaf
is a beauty to behold.
Some with cranberries and nuts,
some with raisins and cinnamon pellets.
Tina,
who thought she didn’t have a creative bone in her body
is making glorious,
golden brown,
melt in your mouth bread every day.
At first,
she gave them to friends,
and is now selling them online
and through word of mouth . . .
she has become the Sourdough Queen of the Bay Area
and I am so happy for her.
I’ve seen pictures of the bread,
but I don’t need to see a picture of her face
to know she is a beautiful soul
who has found her calling,
and nothing will stop her now. ♥
Always an interesting dynamic for me when I read or see or hear of folks who communicate not only with their ex but with the partner of the ex. Most others I have known seem to have zero communication, dear Sparrow.
My ex-husband and I
are friendly,
dear Joseph,
and I love Tina,
his wife . . .
there was on reason for it to be
any other way.
The death of our first child
broke us up,
not ‘another woman’. ♥
The blossoms on the Christmas/Easter cactus. The changing restless spring sky. The birds enjoying a dry and windless moment.
I love those blossoms Yram. We have had a couple that did well for years. The one now is rather anemic. The only house plant my lovely wife Cheryl takes care of that is such.
The beauty I see right now is that of my annual iris bloom in my backyard – yellow, blue, purple and white, with a little maroon tossed in. They don’t last long, so I cherish these couple of weeks.
This morning I was outside as the sun was rising. I first saw a wisp of pink, then a more brilliant rose. Parts of the sky looked like cotton candy before the brightest colors changed to faded oranges and yellows. Beauty, indeed!
The kindness of my neighbors.
The sun. It’s streaming through the windows and brightening the house. Of course, the cats are loving it too.
The source: The natural world with all its workings.
The beauty: Out the front window of my home, tall green trees against blue sky. On the other side of my home, light and dark as the sun’s rays throw shadows from the small wrought iron table and chairs across our little deck, making striped patterns.
Sunlight trickling in the piano windows, some treasured CDs from friend now passed 9/25; a scroll of these pages brings me to many supportive comments from many of you. Blessings to each of you! Namaste. Peace ☮️
The purple-pink stargazer lilies in the vase in front of me.
Across the street, the bright pink magenta buds of the quince bush I see out of my living room window, about to bloom. The only bush of quince I’ve seen in my neighborhood.
Yes, I had a Quince in the yard of a past home. It was so exuberant. Thanks for the reminder. 🙏
I had to look up quince flowers, didn’t know what they were. Very pretty!
same for me, gorgeous colors
It is also new for me.
My kalachoes sitting on the window look beautiful in the background of the sunrise. A day with new opportunities to learn and love.
Sunlight, whether in the form of a blazing sphere of warmth or a ray seeping g through the clouds or blinds giving the gift of light, it transforms the scene before into a way out of darkness. There is beauty in that.
The sky is already lighting up outside. It goes to show that days are getting longer and warmer weather is on the horizon. It’s suppose to be 75 degrees in the Twin Cities today.
Yay, it’s going to be 90 degrees, which is the temperature you love.
Then back to the tempature you love on Saturday at 32.