Have you ever wished there were more days in the week? What if we were to take our week and shorten each weekday, plus Saturday by four hours making twenty hour days? Sunday would remain twenty-four hours. With the twenty-four saved hours we could have a new day between Saturday and Sunday, giving us a three day weekend.
What to call the new day? Happyday.
My imagination just ran away with me when I saw this photo. I can’t help give it the title of Giraffic Park. (sorry) Happy Monday, anyway. P.S. My friend Joyce will like it.
Did you know that singing is good for the soul? Singing also relieves stress, exercises the lungs, and decreases depression. All this is my own opinion, but it works for me. And take this little guy…can’t you just hear him? (Of course, he could just be waiting to be fed but I prefer to believe that he is singing a new song).
Thomas Kinkade was known as the Painter of Light because of the beautiful hints of light in all of his paintings. Here are a few more of his quotes.
Feed your heart with beauty.
Somewhere out there is a unique place for you to serve, a unique life role for you to fill.
Condition yourself for joy by doing little things you love on a regular basis.
Even the most mundane tasks can be transformed into inspiring sources of joy.
Opening our eyes to beauty really means opening our hearts and imaginations.
Beauty enters your heart to all the senses.
Keep your eyes open for the signs of spiritual reality hiding behind a familiar disguise.
Only you can make your particular contribution to humankind.
We live far more joyfully when we allow ourselves a playful spirit.
Don’t be afraid to go deep, to dig out a spiritual reality that might not be readily discernible at first glance.
More to come.
Looking for a spectacular splash of color for your weekend? I found this on Pinterest and there’s more where it came from. I hope your weekend is as colorful. Happy Saturday.
‘Two people were killed and 12 others injured after a man with a handgun opened fire on a bustling avenue in Toronto on Sunday night the police said. The gunman was later found dead.”
This headline this morning prompted today’s blog which is a slightly altered version of an August 1/14 post. It is actually the third time for posting this poem but somehow the times seem to warrant it.
In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is the take heed part. If we don’t take heed, nothing changes, and if we do…can you imagine?
before their time,
of some heinous crime.
world’s worst foes,
of God only knows.
through sheer greed,
of abnormal need.
whose rule a hoax,
of the peoples’ votes.
Our planet Earth,
of our ignorance.
World, take heed!
The time has come
lest you become
Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement…Romans 12;3
This post is a slightly altered repeat of an August 1, 2014 blog.