Garden at the Edge of Beyond

Oma bought me this book several years ago and I just LOVE the word pictures. It has become a favorite book that I re-read a few times every year, and Oma’s garden sometimes makes me remember the book even more.

Such flowers they were! – larger and fuller than any on earth, as if they themselves were the reality and those I had formerly loved were but their shadows. Not a petal or leaf showed speck of brown or wilt. Every inch of every plant was radiantly alive, as if they would continue to grow larger and more abundant of life the more one drank in their beauty. Decay did not appear among the characteristics of this place.

This strange land possessed a vague familiarity, as of a homeland infinitely distant in forgotten childhood, now suddenly remembered as the place one was always meant to live.

– Garden at the Edge of Beyond by Michael Phillips

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Meet: Me! (finally)

It has been a long time coming, but my ‘About Me’ page is finished!!

Check it out here!

(sharon) from my heart’s cry graciously allowed me to use her poem, Handprint, with these pictures to build this page. Check out the rest of her poems at my heart’s cry.

 

Handprint
The wonder of your creation,
Displaying your imagination,
Calls out to the heart of me;
I love to dwell in your majesty.
It takes my breath away
Watching nature dance & play;
Your handprint is everywhere,
The beauty nearly too hard to bear.
So I take it all in,
Let every detail penetrate my skin;
And wrap myself in the glory
Of this world created for me.

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master

Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He came.

Out of the woods my Master went,
And He was well content.
Out of the woods my Master came,
Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
‘Twas on a tree they slew Him — last
When out of the woods He came.

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master by Sidney Lanier

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iheartfaces: All Boy

It was a glorious week: my cousin (and Best Friend) was in town with her 3 adorable boys and husband. One day while Mom and Dad were on a date for their anniversary, I met up with the crew at the Purple Park. J-One was convinced that we didn’t need to take pictures ‘cuz Mom and Dad don’t need to see where we were today’. J-Two stood on the little bridge just watching until I asked if he wanted to swing. J-Two loves to swing, so off we went to swing for the entire time. Sweetheart!

Photo Challenge Submission
This photo was submitted to the I Heart Faces photo challenge – www.iheartfaces.com