Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Its own beauty
“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again”
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Saint Andre Bessette
“It is with the smallest brushes that the artist paints the most exquisitely beautiful pictures.”
--St. André Bessette
Saint Andre, pray for us.
--St. André Bessette
Saint Andre, pray for us.
Two years
The days have turned to years
And flown away like birds
Who, seeking shelter from the cold,
Take to their wings and soar
To warmer climes.
I would fly away with them
But, for now, my work is here.
And though I am not sad,
I have known happier times:
Yet Spring will soon return,
And I will know them once again.
(It was two years ago today, on the Feast of the Epiphany, 2008, that I first began "A Trail of Flowers," though it sometimes seems a lifetime ago. I am grateful for all of you, dear readers, dear friends, who walk with me on this journey through life. May Almighty God bless you and Our Lady protect you. And may you always have a friend to walk beside you.--Kindred Spirit)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Your friends
Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.
--Richard Bach
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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