A gift. That's what it felt like when I went out on my porch this morning and saw the first bloom of the season. And I can see the blue heart now, too. Muchas gracias, kjm!
Ah, my dear friend, it is so good to hear you are enjoying the benefits of Mona Om-mama's introductory remarks to that Most Sacred Indian Value of Motherhood. I am not surprised in the slightest that you should be spiritually atttuned to these realities, am. Not surprised at all.
I thank you for your kindness, and constant graciousness. Word verification suggest I offer you a grapooto in exchange for these fine qualities but it appears to me an inadequate expression of my friendship. Still, am, I offer your this grapooto with great pleasure.
Good evening but also, of course, the best to you each morning.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken on December 4, 2020 in my living room, which is where I do my art work. My father bought that table so that he and my mother would each have a place of their own to do whatever they wanted to do. I have found it to be a great table on which to work on my mandalas. I update this photo every few months.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
7 comments:
Oh, that's beautiful!
Muchas gracias, Dale!
love the blue,those shadow lines,the horizontal siding, ah but the blue heart of this piece really works for me. a gift. thanks, kjm
A gift. That's what it felt like when I went out on my porch this morning and saw the first bloom of the season. And I can see the blue heart now, too. Muchas gracias, kjm!
such a gorgeous shade of blue. Love the cross hatching of the lines in the background, too.
R.L. -- That is a gorgeous color, isn't it? And Mona Om-Mama is sublime!
Ah, my dear friend, it is so good to hear you are enjoying the benefits of Mona Om-mama's introductory remarks to that Most Sacred Indian Value of Motherhood. I am not surprised in the slightest that you should be spiritually atttuned to these realities, am. Not surprised at all.
I thank you for your kindness, and constant graciousness. Word verification suggest I offer you a grapooto in exchange for these fine qualities but it appears to me an inadequate expression of my friendship. Still, am, I offer your this grapooto with great pleasure.
Good evening but also, of course, the best to you each morning.
Yours in utmost sincerity,
Mona Om-mama
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