My dear mother turned 73 today! Thank you Mom, for everything you've done and are..
"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done." ~Proverbs 31:25,26,30
"Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console, To be understood as to understand, To be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life." ~Francis of Assisi
"I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness."
~John Muir This is at one of my favorite spot's in the whole world. It's called "The Burren" and it's on the Atlantic westside of Ireland. My beloved Ireland... In the background a part of the great Galway Bay. This is ancient land and even kind of holy ground..
The Burren, county Clare, Ireland. With the Atlantic ocean. June 2015
My favorite landschape in the world.
"Christianity is not about building an absolutely secure little niche in the world where you can live with your perfect little wife and your perfect little children in your beautiful little house where you have no gays or minority groups anywhere near you. Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved and Jesus loved the poor and Jesus loved the broken." ~Rich Mullins
"We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made Forged in the fires of human passion Choking on the fumes of selfish rage And with these our hells and our heavens So few inches apart We must be awfully small And not as strong as we think we are." ~Rich Mullins
Self-portrait, Vincent van Gogh, 1887 Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
"You may not always be able to say what it is that confines, that immures, that seems to bury, and yet you feel I know not what bars, I know not what gates — walls. Is all that imaginary, a fantasy? I don’t think so; and then you ask yourself, Dear God, is this for long, is this for ever, is this for eternity? You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment. To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power, through a most powerful spell. But he who doesn’t have that remains in death. But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again." ~Vincent van Gogh brief 133, or int.: letter 155