I am in such a moment of meditation as I mourn the death of a friend so I am reading the Book of “Godly Happiness” as The Psalms so I will joyfully step on the Bridge of Beginning while enjoying the Sun , Moon Stars and Skies. This is the Work of my Creator and I call Him LORD. “Psalm 100 “Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness : come before his presence with singing.
I have been looking for a subtitle to use for one of my writings and I woke up with the word Determination buzzing in my brain. I then went to my #blogs I follow and found an image of a butterfly which I have to reblog for Free Friday to keep it before me. I also remembered the quote from a poem, “I am determined to be somebody some day.” I am convinced that today is that day to spend time writing. This is my blessed beginning #photo101 and #Blogging101 images covered by change.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Weaving the Threads.”
I am very grateful for the three that I have. They are very different but they belong to me. I remember the day I first saw them so many years ago. When you ask me how many, I say three.
When I see three people standing close to each other, my imagination goes wild as I try to figure out their relationship and fellowship status.
Three times I have tried to complete these three tasks and this year I believe that I am at the level I desired when I started three years ago..
This week I was given the name of my great granddaughter even though she is still in the womb. My granddaughter gave me a “Save The Date” Card for the Baby Shower that had this beautiful name on it. After I had given this event and experience much thought, I decided that this unborn child would be the subject of a chapter in my Book, “The Skies of My Sixties” by virtue of the fact that she is my generation to come. So If I had to find the #Photo101 that fits how I am feeling, it would be a page in the Bible I recently photographed up close. The title is: Psalm 1: The happiness of the Godly.
This is a 02:15 read and so I reblog for the future of Kirsten E. B
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MARCH 16-22 is Brain Awareness Week!
STOP! Think about all the responsibilities you have…then think about all the responsibilities of your brain…Hhmm. I am willing to bet that your personal responsibilities pales in comparison. The brain is themost complex part of the human body and the boss that runs the whole show.
Your brain weighs a fraction of your total body weight (only ~3 pounds), yet it is:
- The seat of intelligence
- Initiator of body movements
- Interpreter of senses
- Acquirerer of new knowledge
- Controller of behavior…and so much more!
You should really take care of your body…and mind!
Recent commercials on brain games and brain training, may have some controversies, BUT they are so much better than sitting and watching TV all day – turning your brain to mush! Some studies…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
This morning I really did have a “Wellness” experience as I began to scan my Better Butterflies! Seven Sounds and Sights at http://www.wyswoods.wordpress.com One of the Bloggers I am following, http://www.ExpressingMyVision.wordpress.com had the perfect image for my Better Butterflies so I knew that God had heard my plea for help in getting some work done on my writing project. There is even a poem that shines brightly in my vision so my wings are swaying for my visionary voyage today.. I hope you will visit and join me in my Zone.
I am enjoying the view and vision of this beautiful brown Butterfly.
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly by Emily Dickinson
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged—a Summer Afternoon—
Without Design—that I could trace
Except to stray abroad
On Miscellaneous Enterprise
Her pretty Parasol be seen
Contracting in a Field
Where Men made Hay—
Then struggling hard
With an opposing Cloud—
Where Parties—Phantom as Herself—
To Nowhere—seemed to go
In purposeless Circumference—
As ’twere a Tropic Show—
And notwithstanding Bee—that worked—
And Flower—that zealous blew—
This Audience of Idleness
Disdained them, from the Sky—
Till Sundown crept—a steady Tide—
And Men that made the Hay—
And Afternoon—and Butterfly—
Extinguished—in the Sea—