his eyes glistened with emotion, and he embraced me, crying out my name to the birds, to angels…
to the wind.
Dear friends,
I’ m now 3 weeks in a hospital at Leuven,Belgium and I don’t now how long
I have to stay.There is a kind of bacterial virus in my stumic what have made
some abcesses.My panc…
This scene is like a Japanese painting
of misty dawn on a silver sea
I am silently upon…
I am within.
Been having fun with these this morning, but this is a question to all our hosts. Do you welcome these into your groups?
Last thing I want to do is cheese off our hardworking hosts.
Guess the rule o…
I stood up in a blur of cigarette smoke
but no one noticed. The people leaned in to hear each other
over the buzz of noise and talked all the louder until the fisherman shouted,
RANGERS STORY
(Life through the eyes of a Border Collie)
MY FIRST FOUR YEARS
I was born on a farm and sold on at 8 weeks old as a pet. By the time I was 13 months old, I’d had two owners and wa…
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Fantastic video about Light.

Picture of the Twin Towers in the Video, as I dedicate a painting called, “Freedom Sails,” to our present conditions of the world. The painting shows the American Flag….Sailing.
I…
The habit of eating Eggs at Easter has to do with celebrating the Fertility of the animated Nature. In the great Finnish epos of Kalevala the World is Created out of a Waterbird´s Egg.
He looked lonesome. A consoling thought for me was that the beach pebbles he lay on, were warm and soothing
It was to be a day of mourning, but madness broke out. Who can explain such things? They fly right out of the heart.
Many, many times images will not be removed from a thief site, unless a legal form is sent to the site it is on…in light of the below…..I am reposting the forms too…….
all you need to do is fill out t…
The wind howled off the gray sea
in the dim light before dawn:
an autumn wind, from the east,
from Russia, from the step lands,
from the Caucus mountains,
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Quail thrash the morning sky
and my blood jumps.
Plumped up, pumped up,
I’m spinning like a whirligig seed leaf tumbling.