Pure Beauty in Yellow. Princess Diana.
Happy Yellow Friday # 12
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Tag Archives: Beauty
Haiku Horizons: Bones
Beautiful girl, love,
light from soul, not bones or weight
Spirit is within.
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Living A Good, Simple Life
Be at One.
Breathe in goodness, exhale worry.
Take your time, Walk as much as you can.
Treasure the details, a flower, a bird, a snowflake, a child’s smile.
Believe in whatever God or Spirit, Nature or Person you Love;
it is not for us to judge but to be compassionate and open-minded.
Keep good thoughts in your heart and soul.
Loving kindness to other people. It, karma, will come around.
Never be defined by others, especially those who smile to your face and turn around to stab you.
Move away from mean people.
Liars are everyone’s enemies.
Have the courage of your convictions, hold on tight to your values, your beliefs.
Try not to be influenced by outside people and know that all of us make mistakes.
Forgive yourself and others equally.
I need to listen directly inside myself, to follow my voice within, for every decision.
Stop, listen to your Heart, your Soul, Nature, Intuition.
Be gracious and patient, control your temper, monitor your mood.
Be compassionate and giving and even when you feel you have nothing to give, keep giving.
Everybody has a story
Let your heart be open to give and to receive.
Offer only what you have,
Honesty in its purest form.
Love.
Welcome To St. Croix, As If
Old Danish Customs House, Christiansted (Photo credit:
Dear VERY KIND, RICH PERSON,
Is it May yet? I know, I’m daydreaming. I know it isn’t May, its dull, depressing, December and I know pretty much everyone is on vacation except for me and my family. I am grateful for what I have, truly. However, I am a tiny bit envious of all who are vacationing in warm climates while my chronic, painful bones tighten up. In my mind I am trying to conjure up some images that A) might torture me for months or B) give me the impetus to get through the ugly, soggy mushy yet cold winter. Either way, it’s something to do.
I just want to talk. I don’t believe in miracles, trust me, like I didn’t really believe I would win the lottery but it’s fun to think about so here we go: It’s only December and just because we had one day, sorry, two days with 20 more seconds of light it doesn’t mean it’s time to celebrate and dance barefoot in the grass with flowers entwined in our hair. It’s twenty bogus seconds, that’s it. But, we take what we are given, no, there are no hot dogs on the grill or s’mores from the barbecue just quite yet. Get inside, it’s freezing.
We eat tomatoes that look and taste like wax, they are not even orange-red but some pale combination of yellow and green and plastic, utterly tasteless. The fresh fruit that we long for in the summer has whittled down to apples, oranges, a few mangy grapes, drooping from their spines as if they were just begging to be put out of their misery. Do these grapes really look like they have the will to live? No, poor things, just put them in the back and don’t let us witness their slow, disintegrating death, it’s just too sad.
The sky, again, is white and black, sometimes blended into gray. I’m staring into my yellow pillow that I bought to conjure up what I remember as sun but it doesn’t do the trick. “Surround yourselves with things you love” is not always easy. I love the ocean and sand and seashells but even my globe filled with delightful seashells and sand does not make me feel like I am on vacation in St. Croix, or any of The Virgin Islands, Mexico, or anyplace warm. I’m woefully stuck in reality.
Most people are away for this long holiday break to places I’ve never heard of much less been to. Families with a lot of money book places far in advance so they have vacations to look forward to, I envy them. I rationalize my thinking: if this was my norm, flying somewhere every break, would I take it for granted? I admit, I wouldn’t mind finding out.
In my mind, I’m vacationing in St. Croix, or Jamaica, Hawaii or Australia. These old weary bones that ache constantly would just have to settle in for the long flight and suffer, knowing that in the end, I would see skies a beautiful shade of blue, silky, soft sand and walking on the water’s edge. My only goal is to worship and enjoy the natural elements of life. Given the chance, my family and I can be packed in ten minutes and we thank you so very much.
English: St Croix (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Plinky Prompt: Trains, Planes, Automobiles?
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San Carlos IR wildflowers, 2010, Sunset (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?) See all answers
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- July 3, 2013 by hibernationnow
- Trains, planes, and automobiles
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Train Plus Car: First a train with a sleeper compartment so I don’t get restless and cranky. Add lots of food and a dining car, seems like fun. Mix in a car somewhere along the line for freedom. Make a lot of stops wherever you feel like it, no reservations. See the beauty of nature, all across the country. Slip into cool streams naked, where the water is crystal clear, drink the water by cupping your hands together, splash the water at your dog and companion. Laugh a lot. Finally get to see a shooting star, you never see them in a city or suburb. Decide where you want to live if you ever get to retire. It’s a trip, a hope, a fantasy all in one. Fresh meadows of wildflowers, a fire at night outside, the smell of burning marshmallows, the feeling of utter peace.
Yellow Magic Madness # 20 Meet My Hero
I have to say I was quite impressed and amused to see this photo! Meet “My Yellow Friend.”
Yellow beard, hair, eye brows, shirt, you are the spirit of all things yellow and happy. Thank you, kind Sir.
Yellow Beard (Photo credit: Viewminder)
Yellow Magic Madness #8
Paris – Musée d’Orsay: Henri Matisse’s Luxe, calme et volupté (Photo credit: wallyg)
Haiku Heights: Tree
Uprooted tree from Storm Sandy (Photo credit: Arlington County)
Trunk ripped by its roots
flipped like the white of an egg
We crouch together.
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Once felt as sturdy
the tree weeps its bitter tears
and says I’m sorry
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Our small family
I brought you into this world
and helped you to grow.
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Like lovers soft limbs
branches intertwine with grace
Natural beauty.
Mellow Yellow Monday: Yellow Roses in a Yellow Vase
Rose Study # 2 (Photo credit: Donald Macleod)
It was my birthday last week and knowing how much I love the color YELLOW, my mom (with the help of my darling husband) bought me 6 yellow roses in a beautiful yellow vase. It was perfect and I loved it so much. Thank you, Mama!
Plinky: Could You Pull Off A New Hair Color?
- Changing My Hair Color
- Red-Auburn
Michelle : shy sexy girl with auburn hair I could pull off being a red head…..I’m not looking for Lucille Ball, glowing in the dark, bright red but a softer, red-auburn look. I have some natural red highlights in my hair (at least in the summer) but I would have to have the mind set first. I would need to be completely prepared: the last ten to fifteen pounds would need to be lost, I would have to buy new clothes (and bring my 17 year old daughter along to approve) would have to stash the sneakers, and wear fit-flops (so summer is my only option) and I’d have feel brave, confident and fabulous about myself…..on the other hand, it might take a while…..I’ll keep you posted!
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