“…play with a baby…”

Mum and Me

“May you be blessed with the capacity to sit or roll on the floor with delight as you befriend a puppy or play with a baby. Or if you knees won’t let you get down to the floor, may you be blessed with the happiness of a child sitting on your lap as you tell a story from when you were very, very small!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Please visit Dr Barbara Holstein’s website for more inspiration.

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Bare Tree

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran

A bare tree in my yard.

Though bare, the tree looks majestic on a beautiful winter day like this. It is now seldom visited by our twittering friends. The sight is just as compelling as it looks. My photographic itch was at work, so here it goes.

From Russia with Love

My very first postcard from Russia via postcrossing sent in by Oxana.

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Moscow: The Cathedral of Christ the Saviour.

My Kingdom

My kingdom in all the land is known
Decks with arches; rainbow rites
Flowing fountain of running streams
Landscape of nature beauty praise.
Beds of roses in courts parade
Wall of daisies curtsy fade
Hanging ivy; jasmine spreads
Ferns are ornates; lilies breed.
Plots of blooms with colour displayed.
Tiers; terraces in sunken frayed.
Shrubs on the grounds covered lace
Thymes and tiny dainties glazed.
My kingdom rests on hills and plains:
Calm, peace and sweet serene.
Daily showers host its guests
Crowned me crimson, green and gold.

Copyright@2006 lcd
Written in my Dreamtime
January 23, 2006

…”ride a storm”

"ride out a storm"

a scary ride to safety away from the threatening storm

“If you have to ride out a storm may you be blessed with a great situation in which to do so, safe passage when the time is right, and lots of success and happiness once the storm passes!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Life in the Bush

Originally posted in May 26, 2009 from a defunct blog, Australia: Quadrat in Focus – this is my pictorial memoir taken during my brief Summer holiday over at Wilson’s farm, Clifton Grove, Orange, New South Wales.

Visible from Ophir Road

Donned in robe on a chilly breaking of dawn, I sneaked out from my room, while everybody was still asleep. Here I watched in silence as the day slowly came forth from darkness. I savored the country’s stillness to find solitude, feeling at peace with my soul. This is a Hay Farm for animal stock feeds.

When sunrise finally burst out from the east, the clouds formed a prismatic filter for the light to diffuse in the sky.

The beams were gladly received by the clouds. And darkness paved way for the light to prevail. Soft cool breeze was next to loveliness and kissed my grateful spirit; its own expression of gratitude that someone like me would rise up to watch the sky from dawn to light.

A Country Practice – the view of a country farm.

I bleat to call their attention. They turned around, bleat back and stood still for this pose.

I am truly grateful to the Wilson’s Family for having me in their rural property in Orange. This is to show you Marilyn and Peter and family how much I thoroughly enjoyed my stay with you there. It was a pleasure to see Phillip, the grandchildren and Sharon. I am very blessed knowing you. I love you all. Thanks for looking after me and providing me a memorable experience. Godspeed!~lcd.

The Sky Down Huka Falls

“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

At last the chilling days and gloomy clouds passed away. Our last day in Taupo had been blessed with a beautiful grand day. We went for a country drive and visit this busy tourist hub called the Huka Falls.

“There’s beauty in the silver singing river, There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty, That I remember in my true love’s eyes”~Bob Dylan quotes (American folksinger, b.1941)

“We’d never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky”~Emily Dickinson quotes (American Poet who has been called the New England mystic, 1830-1886)

I feel sorry for these blokes who missed out the beauty hanging above their heads. Their focus is mainly down the water

rushing in loud roaring thunder and gushing down to Waikato River.

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