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Autumn Grandor!

Every year over and over again we come to see the seasons presenting the beginning of new life, the grandeur of the fruitfulness, the changing colours and light shades before we receive a white carpet, having us to escape the wind and cold air, looking for warmth in the house.

Joy Cometh In The Morning

Nancy On The Stump

AUTUMN GRANDOR

Out of the house with noisy clamor Sunshine and flowers and colors galore Experiencing joy and giddy laughter Breathing fresh air and so much more Seasons are changing and causing a pause Shifting of gears and temperature loss Rearranging my closet and getting prepared For crisp morning wakeups and frost I’ll celebrate change and embrace its renewing Of memories from past days of life When school days and ball games Fulfilled the expanse free of strife I’ll once again welcome, in great expectation The beauty, the freshness, the glory Amazing sunsets and full moon rising With maple and pine telling the story Of God’s creation in awesome display The wonder and beauty of all Breaking through summer’s doldrums This remarkable, beautiful FALL The picture he’s painted no words can describe Though words will inadequately flow I try to describe the grandeur before me Take a walk in the…

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metaphors of birds

House of Heart

Communing with birds

I open my empty palms

expecting metaphors to light

like fireflies on my life line.

From the back of my eyes

I can see the river Delta,

sweet green tarpaulin stretched

across the hemisphere and those

deep murky waters that reflect

a silver sky.

Fleeting memories disperse like clouds.

Just before sleep I sink deep

into illusory havens,

escape the boredom of life.

metaphorbirds

Metaphor and Allegory by Ju-Yu Chen

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For One More day

Problem for those who have found their 7th or 8th decade on this world, finding they start loosing the capability to remember words from the many languages they could speak before they retired. (Is it dementia causing such problems in our head?)

I do agree at times, we can feel exhausted with words we are looking for or with looking for ways how we can say what we want to say. Half a century ago we could play with words and write poems, but this seems all to have gone at a certain age (and for me after some serious accident where I encountered even loss of memory in 1997 and was parallelised for half a year. After getting movements back it looked like the language-capability got paralysed.)

So, when we got the feeling of being drained out to write a sentence, which could gradually accumulate into paragraphs, and many other paragraphs which finally would have helped us to create an article worth reading, our head can be bouncing like mad of frustration or wondering if it would come over like it is intended?!?

What my problem is by reading my own texts is that I often read what should have been written their, so at first I do not notice the faults … only days later, after having taken distance of the article I am more able to see the shortcomings and faults.

For me, never would I like to compare my writings with legendary writers, because I consider my scrabbles just personal musings and furthermore thoughts to have others to get moving or doing something. We need more people taking action in this world, and that is my concern and on religious level I only hope with those more religious articles I write to bring people closer to the Most High Divine Creator. (Me just offering myself as a servant to Him.)

As the writer Josh, of this re-blogged article rightly noticed “what matters the most is the one who cares for us, not the one we care about.” We must be very careful not to be blinded by those who are against us or do not like our ideas. The world is full of people who would love to silence the others. For them we may be a nobody. It would be wrong in this chase, to forget to see the ones who are there for us and care for us. If we can find time (which there is a shortage of) it can be lovely to have books to remind us of that and to show us how precious each moment of the day is.

When I was younger I always had to laugh with those retired people when they said that had not enough time. Now being already a few years in the same boat I too must admit I have not enough time to do what I think I need to do. For sure I have not enough time to read the many books I would find or could be useful to read.

We should be careful when saying (like Josh does) “That is why I always say: Books are better than people. ” because it is always better to go in real conversation with people; and no human book can surpass the Bestseller of all times, the Bible.

To delve into the bags of memories and post some magical books that may impact many lives positively I would recommend the writings of some of my favourites like Charles Dickens, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky,Boris Leonidovitsj Pasternak, Rabindranath Tagore, Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, Knut Hamsun, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, Thomas Stearns Eliot, Charles Baudelaire, the Brontë Sisters, Jan de Hartog, Jan Terlouw and Toon Hermans.

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To remember

  • writer’s block: Josh like to use that term to accentuate and make it sound like some cool gadget > we at times are lazy while at other times we are emotionally overpowered by the words + we are scared about damaging our reputation by writing the unedited version of the out-pouring of our emotions.
  • take a pause + increase reading time
  • writers who make you feel encouraged + push you to write <= by use of their simple + powerful usage of words => Their works make it more comfortable for your pen which in turn starts to fill the paper with emotions => that makes you feel free.
  • The Time Keeper.jpgRuskin Bond, Cecelie Ahern, Nicholas Sparks, + Mitch Albom are the ones who make Josh feel great after muddling an emotional breakdown.
  • Mitch Albom works: The Time Keeper + For One More day => He’s like that friend with whom though you wouldn’t talk much, yet he comes and stands with you when you need it the most.

Chai & Biscuits

At times, most of us feel exhausted with words and we feel drained out to write a sentence, which could gradually accumulate into paragraphs, and many other paragraphs which finally would have helped you create an article worth reading. You are not alone. Most of us do stare at the situation like we stare at the ticking clock, which ticks away our life, one second at one tick.

Some intellectuals call this phenomenon as “writer’s block”, but people like me use that term to accentuate and make it sound like some cool gadget. The truth is, at times we are lazy while at other times we are emotionally overpowered by the words and we are scared about damaging our reputation by writing the unedited version of the out-pouring of our emotions. I can understand the second scenario of damaging the reputation, because I have been there too; and about being…

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Shades of Life

There are many different shades of life presented by the many experiences and influences brought into our surroundings.

We have one great expectation to grow in our life and to make it better all the time, looking forward to perhaps an unreachable dream. Those who believe in the Divine Creator know that life is fare-most the greatest gift and that life is sealed by the Grace of salvation making us able to live by a still greater expectation of a better world to come. With that hope by the Grace of Salvation we can nurture our personal choice to opt the option of living and enjoy every moment we receive from the Creator. For that life we should be thankful for each blessing in our present life and the other life still to come and hoped for.

In our life where may be the shadow of all those experiences and special moments of life?  The memories which can build up our life and make our book of life a great story-book to accompany us on paths still unknown.
We may not be any more the one we were when we were a child. All those experience , which we liked and did not like, have moulded us in an other child. The innocence of our childhood is gone. But by the years we become softer and perhaps less experimenting, putting much more in perspective.   When older the empty days can be filled with memories.

Life may be going on for no reason, but we can give a lot of reason to our life, and that is what we should do.

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Find also to read:

  1. without any reason
  2. I have seen the real you
  3. Childhood Friend

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Preceding

During Wind and Rain

Our life depending on faith

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Additional reading

  1. Looking forward for what is to come
  2. Looking for a spiritual new life
  3. Matthew 20 It is never too late
  4. A Tool to shed light over the qualities in our life 1 Inner feelings
  5. Life and an assembly of books

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  1. Cheers To Life !
  2. Poem #193 we’ve placed burdens and shackles on love.

RAY OF SUNSHINE रश्मि🌿

“Among infinite shades of life, you can’t claim any one shade as The best or The worst. Life is so unpredictable.

Soulmate life

Walks with me like my shadow Amalgamated life
Time flies likeblink of eyes, though
Unswayed life

Lives in the hope of living and pray
Aspired life
Lost in the memories of yesterday
Ignorant life

Freely savour the present moment
Pithy life
Cherish the future’s golden element
Relentless life

Resonates the music of laughter
Melodious life
Takes the shower of tears
Morose life

Butstillhowbeautiful, yet
Accessiblelife

~Priyamvada


हमसफ़रजिंदगी

साये की तरह साथ चलती ये
रहगुज़र जिंदगी
मेरे हाथों से छूटता वक्त है फिर भी कितनी
बेअसर जिंदगी

जीने के आस में हरवक्त रहती ये
अग्रसर जिंदगी
कभी कल की याद में खोई हुई ये
बेख़बर जिंदगी

कभी आज को खुल के जीती हुई ये
मुख़्तसर जिंदगी
कल के सुनहरे सपने सजातीे रहती

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Letting go

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Letting go of the past does not involve checking up on it, or looking back at it and letting the memories fill you. No, you can do that years later once you’ve let go but never during the process.

Letting go shouldn’t involve talking, thinking, reminiscing, dwelling, crying, regretting, anything from the past.

Letting go means dropping everything. It means forgetting the bad and the good. Again, you can think about it all later if you want. But you probably won’t, you’ll forget it eventually.

Letting go is hard, especially if your past seems like it was better than your present. But sometimes in order to have a better future you need to think of your past as a dream. Let it go, imagine it as if you are just now waking up and you can faintly remember the dream you had but not really. Wake up and forget the…

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A better way

The author of today’s poem seems to look more at life that passes us. It would be nice if we always would be in control of what we do with our time, like she writes.

She writes

We forget that there are certain things that should be checked at the door. For that reason I believe that we all need to find something that keeps us moving forward and fills our heart with joy. That’s why I started this page to express myself through the power of words; to express not only my own personal turmoil, but the ones of others; whom I have met throughout my life.

Thoughts may be over taken by so many different things whilst life has taken hold. All of us may have left memories of who we wanted to become, who we used to be. All we are left with are screen shots of a person’s life in which we try to capture so many moments, whilst so much changed from then too now and we carry old scars along with the new.

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Learning that stuff is just stuff

Lindsay Felderman confesses she is a person that likes to shop and buy new things.  Over the years she has accumulated a lot of stuff, from clothes to shoes to hats to Apple products to video games and more, like so many people have gone from one shop to an other or looked at the internet shops to find their liking.

Though many focus on gaining material wealth her eyes may have gone open by two life events that have happened/are happening now that are making her come to the realization more and more, that things are just things, and that what is more important is creating memories with people that you love.

What may be the changing elements that people come to see that they have to live more simply.

She writes:

if we haven’t used/seen/worn something in the past year, it’s out of here.  Going to charity or the garbage.  No need to keep so many physical items around.  I have learned over the years and the amount of times I have moved, that stuff is just stuff, but every time I settle down, it seems I collect more and more.  Well, not this time.  I am getting rid of the clutter and starting fresh. {The Meaning of Material Things}

Today lots of people have lost track of the necessities of real life making issues. Several youngsters are clinging to the idea of having the most recent newest thing brings happiness, and want to do everything to get the new hipe. They have no idea any more that material things are nothing without real people behind it that get their love from those around it.

For many people it takes a lot of time before they come to see what Lindsay came to see and feel when she and ‘her’

Samantha and I’s families met for the first time, Ever, in almost 3 whole years.

She came to feel one of the most elementary things for building up a real ‘home’ and a real ‘family’ and got to see what

transpired that day was truly magical, it was so special,

that she will never forget

Each one of us only brought certain family members to the event for various reasons.  But each one of our family members meshed in a way that I couldn’t have planned myself.  Every one was laughing and joking, and conversations were flowing all over the place.  Every one truly wanted to learn about the other.  There was not one dull moment.  It was honestly the way that family should be.  No drama, no fighting, just pure love, honest and true love.  I know this is really mushy, but if you know anything about the history of Samantha and I, you will know that this was a moment we were not sure would ever come. {The Meaning of Material Things}

It is incredible how many broken families we can encounter today. At school we find classes where there is not one kid who still lives by both its parents. Divorce seems to be the key word of this contemporary society where not many want to take time to talk with each other and to make it worthwhile living with each other instead of living next to each other.

Lindsay Felderman got reminded that family is what you make of it, but also came to see how it is possible for others to be there for you and how valuable this is. This is the most precious treasure so many do not seem to find, though it is so close at their doorstep.

Much more people should be there for each other,  willing to share their love and time for each other, with comprehension and with patience. It is so important

That people who truly love you, will be there for you.  That they will love you no matter what, that they will take you in their arms and hug you because you are special and unique and just You.

But to come to such a position people do have to be wiling themselves to be just their own and not somebody who fits the common trend of homogeneous people, wearing those clothes that shops and fashion magazines dictate.

When a person is really just herself and is willing to give her self openly to somebody else and to share herself with others than the doors may go open to build a good relationship and to build real ‘family’.

It is unbelievable what that lady could gather in whatever time it took to collect more than

The purge18, 30 gallon trash bags, filled with clothes, shoes, hats, purses, and accessories galore.  … They were just taking up space in our closet for no other reason than to take up space.  That wasn’t all we gave away though, just the 1st round.  I would say by the end of it, we had close to 30 bags that we donated, and a bunch of boxes of DVDs and books as well.  It felt great to get rid of so much Stuff.  That is all it was, just stuff, taking up space. {Do What You Say}

She also recognises that this doesn’t even include the amount of crap she had collected by the years and dared (at last) to threw away. We do not know if it would have been wise to throw a way her school projects she did when she was a kid, even to her high school yearbook, because in our country (Belgium) a student has to keep the school material for ten years, because it can always asked a s a proof of studies and work done.

She went with the mantra that,

“I will always have the memories”.

but has forgotten that perhaps one day in history she perhaps would have children and later grandchildren and than she will not have anything to show and to share.
Naturally there is no need to continue to lug around physical items to remind oneself of those memories, as long as they are not destroyed. For the moment she thinks it is impossible that her memories can ever be destroyed, but then she forget that accidents and illnesses are possible to wash away any sort of memory and by then it can be useful to have some materials to bring back the memory. (The writer of this article your reading, speaks of experience, having had a memory loss after a very serious car-crash.)

Though lovely to hear Lindsay Felderman immediately felt lighter as she packed and got everything moved to her new place in one weekend.

But the point of this all,

she writes, is

I did what I said I was going to do.  I didn’t just talk the talk, I walked the walk.  I wrote about how material things aren’t the true meaning of life, that I was going to start to purge the majority of mine and I did it.

We are taught from a young age, that actions speak louder than words.  But many of us still grow up to be big talkers.  We talk about our dreams and what we could be doing.  But very few of us actually act on those dreams.  We let life get in the way, and we let our words speak louder than our actions instead of the other way around. {Do What You Say}

Today we do not find many youngsters with aspirations and when we encounter people who say they want to do this or that, we see that they are not really taking steps to do so. Not many want to do what they say, but it seem Lindsay took the courage to do so.

Can you do it as well?

She concludes

You gain more credibility in life when you just do what you say you are going to do.  Plus it feels better, you say something and you do it.  People around you begin to trust you, they believe that you will do the things you talk about.  When you only sit around and talk about it, you just become a talker, you become noise in their ear.  Much like the “wamp, wamp, wamp” noises that the adults in Charlie Brown made every time they were talking to the kids.  You don’t want to be that person.

Be someone who makes a difference, makes a change, follows your dreams and most importantly: do what you say. {Do What You Say}

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Preceding articles:

Mini-MAX-malism: A Bigger Approach to Less is More

Less… is still enough

Less for more

The Art of Doing Less – Your Time is Finite

Thought of the day: We want more, i want more, but why is that?

Looking at a conservative review of Shop Class As Soul Craft

Material wealth, Submission and Heaven on earth

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Are we willing to hear the inner voice and to react rightly to it? And all the things we encounter, all the dreams we might have, how much do we want to carry them with us in our hopes and aspirations? Over and over again we are confronted with all sorts of matters, difficulties, that may give worries, but hopefully we also can find the better thoughts which can carry us along the mountain tops. All that came our way, let us take it with us in our memories and use it for the good, forgetting the bad.

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The Hidden Path

no one could see the misery

the pain inside you thought to hide

a happy face outside

the picture show

for everyone to see

with everything you saw

and everything you had

how could you feel so bleak

what was this hopeless sad

that tainted every thought

 the friends that you missed most

were always there to see

the smile on your face

but not the missing piece

that kept your eyes tired

the feeling that if i had known

i would have been aware

to hold your hand and take the pain

to show you how to smile again

with your eyes, your heart

 ‘if only’, the reverberating phrase

that haunts our memories

and shakes us in our dreams

yet still remains

to greet us each day

 you live on in our eyes

showing us that smile

how to hurry go round the world

tell me, show the beauty

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The Good Life

We all can carry such lovely memories from the things we had and could enjoy when we were children. With all those sweeties we had the hard parts of life softened, and bitter by time had become sweet.

Source of Inspiration

Penny candy
jaw breakers, red hots
licorice whips
mary janes
childhood delights
best friend secrets
under the hose
on a summer day

Rocking chairs, telling stories
violets lining the window sills
good books, kind neighbors
grandbabies to cuddle
sweet memories to remind
how good life can be

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A Glory followed by Despair

  • The Identity of a Girl (lifeunhindered.com)
    But hiding her feelings, instead of surrendering them to her father, ruins the glory that he did make her for. They pollute everything she does with lies and soon she can’t live or look out into the world or at herself except through the lenses of these lies, fears, and shame. Since all she sees are these lies she starts to live in a way that reflects them and soon her life begins to represent what she’s the most afraid of being true. They wouldn’t be true, of course, if she were willing give up the lies and surrender them over to her father to judge honestly and righteously. But her fear of having those lies confirmed as true by her father keep her enslaved to them. And because they hurt her deeply all she can do is see life through her pain
  • The Demons of Denial and Despair (cerkas.wordpress.com)
    Arguably, Denial and Despair are the epitome of darkness.  When light evades our thoughts and appears light-years away, denial and despair swoop in to conquer our souls, control our minds and forever shroud our lives in the absence of light; for that is precisely what darkness is defined as, the absence of light.However, as physics dictates in our physical world, for every Action there is an Equal and Opposite Reaction .  This most appropriately applies to Life & Death, Good & Evil, Denial & Acceptance, Despair & Hope.
  • The Sixth Petition of The Lord, Prayer (gospelofbarney.wordpress.com)
    God tempts no one. We pray in this petition that God would guard and keep us so that the devil, the world, and our sinful nature may not deceive us or mislead us into false belief, despair, and other great shame and vice. Although we are attacked by these things, we pray that we may finally overcome them and win the victory.
  • The Space Between (goddessarriving.com)
    Whether you are a Christian or not, whether you believe in the resurrection of Jesus or not….I ask you to stop and consider how this video  (by the young talent at Amina) about Holy Saturday touches on that “space between.” The space between sadness and joy, failure and accomplishment. It’s that muddy place where people tend to drift for long periods of time waiting for their lives to change; that place of hopelessness which eventually leads to despair.
  • Prayer: Sets of Tens (rosevoc2.wordpress.com)
    Praying is an act of humility and faith.  It warms the soul, heals the heart and calms the body. As the Holy Spirit comes, during prayer, you will feel a centered concentration, pureness and joy in the heart.  For a while, you are lost in a mode of bliss and acceptance of all things mortal, or you see through
  • The X Factor (brandoneskew.wordpress.com)
    The world says that after everything that is going on, I should start compromising, that the complacency should sit in at any moment. However, that’s not whats happening. I feel the fire burning brighter, I see the hunger increased, and I see the determination to help a dying and cold world grow exponentially. I see a desperate young man scratching and crawling to escape his falling into dark circumstances. I see the opportunity to give up and quit becoming easier and easier. I see the world trying to bury my flame. However, the response is quick to say “go ahead, fire away.”
  • Liturgy (6/1) (immanuelblog.wordpress.com)

    We have lived for our own glory and not yours alone.

    We have worshipped other gods: money, power, greed, and convenience.

    We have served our own self-interest

    instead of serving only you and your people.

    We have not loved our neighbors as you have commanded.

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Where I thought I wouldn’t achieve it
I did
Where I thought I wouldn’t cry
I did
Where we all thought we wouldn’t stand up for each other
We did

A glory followed by despair
A glory that I won
Yet the despair that came out of nowhere

When you feel like everything you do is wrong
Where you feel like you should do one sacrifice
Where it all ends, where we all are sad
When comfort isn’t enough for those in despair

Forgive me my friends
But your journey is still far ahead
Forgive me my friends
I may disappoint all of you
Forgive me my friends
For coming in with victory while leaving you all alone in deep sadness

Do not say congratulations to me
I am congratulating you
For all we went through,
I have to admit it was tough
But you were tougher to face it

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