cast thy bread . . . on the waters . . .

new ideas

new dreams

new directions

all seeds

begin like precious blades of tender grass . . .
keep them nourished
quiet
sheltered
until . . .
until . .
shhh . . .
they take root . . .
and spread
and go deep
and can stand
withstand

reality . . . . .

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enjoy making direct work from natural materials in my prairie and wildlife sanctuary.
i am a very restless person and I work in many different ways with a variety of media.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
Anne Marrow Lindbergh

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Comments

  • Rich Ladig
    Rich Ladigabout 2 years ago

    …a heart warmer Yvonca :) Happies!!!!

  • X . . . thanks Rich!!!

    – evon ski

  • sandra22
    sandra22about 2 years ago

    I’m liking your thinking here , Y
    Smooches, Sandra Aunty Tripod :) x

  • you could say that big woolly sweetheart of a buff . . . is a push over. :)))
    I still do not know the complete story of the three legged stool. I will share when i know.
    Thank you Sandra for reading and supporting me. :))) xxx

    – evon ski

  • JaneRoberts
    JaneRobertsabout 2 years ago

    A lovely gentle one Y. Hugs. xx

  • Thanks Jane. :)) xx

    – evon ski

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindabout 2 years ago

    simple beauty. may your dreams flourish. xoxoxoxoxoxxo

  • oh thanks so much!! . . blessings to you, oxoxo

    – evon ski

  • solarbear
    solarbearabout 2 years ago

    DH Lawrence’s poem “Healing” comes to mind when I read this:

    I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections
    And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly that I am ill
    I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self
    And the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help
    And patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
    Long, difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the freeing oneself
    From the endless repetition of the mistake
    Which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify

    -D.H. LAWRENCE

    It turns out reality is soft, it is we that are hard, so looking in the pure mirror thats what we see. But reality is like water. Just because it can be a tidal wave does not mean it is cruel.

  • beautiful and resilient are we
    and gentle with others
    and ourselves we must be.
    How i view and frame events is so key for me.
    Thank you Jim, for stopping in, reading and leaving such a beautiful and generous gift my friend. :))

    – evon ski

  • Robin Monroe
    Robin Monroeabout 2 years ago

    yes….love this:)

  • oh thank you Robin, I appreciate your words. :))

    – evon ski

  • kenroome
    kenroomeabout 2 years ago

    yes.

  • ahh the masterful understatement . . . . Hi KEN!!
    and i thank you.

    – evon ski

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestabout 2 years ago

    You are the proverbial gardener of words …..what lovely green hands you have me thinks :O) x

  • thank you for this lovely comment. big smile. :))) x

    – evon ski

  • electriclstorm
    electriclstormabout 2 years ago

    undeniably true.

  • Thank you for your great comment!!

    – evon ski

  • Scriptpainter
    Scriptpainterabout 2 years ago

    Enjoyed this…

  • soo glad to hear that . . . thank you!! :))

    – evon ski

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