R's rue

After In my humble opinion, one of the daftest sayings in the English language is "Don't judge a book by its cover". Essentially, it is very similar to "All that glitters is not gold".  Many great books have excellent covers that fit perfectly with the words within. Talented book cover designers strive to make their artistry  speak truly for the writer. I mean, it's not all about marketing and sales. There has to be a degree of integrity too. If you were panning for gold at some remote stream in northern California and you finally saw something glittering in your sieve, it probably would be gold! Same with books. Okay, there may be occasional instances where the book cover and what is within just don't go together but on the whole there's much correlation. Now why did I start detouring with thoughts about book covers when this blogpost is meant to be about a painting? I shall call the painting, "Somewhere" or "Somewhere in The N...

 This is a summer of stillness. I’m having to be quiet. God is well aware of my desires. Trust me. I’m in the season that make you insane or send you running into the arms of the Father. I’m remembering that my way leads to pain, lessons and an inward I told you so. If I’m feeling redundant in my posts, it’s because it’s true. I need to relearn the same things day in and day out. It feels good to just breathe in, and inhale an air of gratitude. I’m having to be grateful in the small things. I overcomplicate simplicity. Overthinking is a day job, mine.   The truth is like a prickly thorn, pinching in those spots we try to hide.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/jzIrafV

  When I remember, I go over to the churchyard with a watering can to give “my” laburnum a good soak I’m too lazy to walk up the lane and up to the Lych gate, so I climb up the field gate, and stand on the gate post then crawl over the top of the wall, pushing the watering can in front of me. It’s not dignified but it’s quicker. I always fill the rabbit drinker first, then water my tree which is doing well  As I finished I heard a voice say something I didn’t catch and I turned to see two women walkers sitting on the bench outside the Church.  They were eating a picnic. “ I’m sorry ? “ I said  It was the older woman that spoke and she asked if the tree was a memorial to a relative. I told her that it wasn’t but had been a replacement for a giant laburnum which had been blown over a few years ago “ And you water it regularly ? “ she asked “ I feel responsible for it” I replied  The woman, as it turned out was a Lecturer in History in Dundee Univer...

 Breathe in Breathe out Release yourself From what You weren’t meant To bear from R's rue https://ift.tt/EfjL8ud