All that glitters

[Shankara20]

 

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[Shankara20]

Words


Are a sort of glitter for me. I have been without words twice in my life, once by choice or protest the second time imprisoned by their loss. They tease and shine out of reach for me often, their richness a fantasy land I will probably never reign over again. Words are powerful and important. Whether they invoke blackness and gloom and dread or only the obvious glitter of them: words ( when not tired) are a richness greater than gold. Something I hate being in poverty of.

I love how words clarify and confuse, both shine light on and dazzle from the reality. Words ARE glitter if all colours.

But glitter pictures rule.

Words are wonderful, but for me that can be hard work. Dyslexia and Adult ADHD complicate their use. Photos are so much easier.

As I get older I embrace this more and more...

I am a little jealous of wordsmiths and sad that poetry by-and-large leaves me lost...


so hooray for glitter....

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[cascadiabound]

^^^^^^^love you Elle

Glitter on.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[yukonnights]

Words


Are a sort of glitter for me. I have been without words twice in my life, once by choice or protest the second time imprisoned by their loss. They tease and shine out of reach for me often, their richness a fantasy land I will probably never reign over again. Words are powerful and important. Whether they invoke blackness and gloom and dread or only the obvious glitter of them: words ( when not tired) are a richness greater than gold. Something I hate being in poverty of.

I love how words clarify and confuse, both shine light on and dazzle from the reality. Words ARE glitter if all colours.

But glitter pictures rule.

And there is that old saying; A picture is worth a thousand words

I think most often our words are but crude attempts to convey the much more clear thought we wish to express. And written words are often even more imprecise due to the fact we have no body language to help make things more clear. Yes, a few humans are truly gifted with word paintings...but just like artists who paint in oils, the truly gifted ones are rare. Perhaps most of us are more akin to 'crafters' than 'artists'...and both produce wonderful gifts at times. It's really interesting that sharing these photos work so well to share our 'inner art' without words...some are intended to express what's inside, while others are intended to reach out and comfort another...a gift either way

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[yukonnights]

I'll see yours , and raise you

 

[cookiecat]

Tonight, as I sit in a quiet room, listening to my husbands breathing, my heart is squeezing in a million places. At times, I can't catch my breath. I'm hoping for some clarity and peace but I don't think they're anyplace close.

I like the conversation that's taken place. And I like the sparkle! Thoughtful glitter.

Carry on.

 

[yukonnights]

Tonight, as I sit in a quiet room, listening to my husbands breathing, my heart is squeezing in a million places. At times, I can't catch my breath. I'm hoping for some clarity and peace but I don't think they're anyplace close.

I like the conversation that's taken place. And I like the sparkle! Thoughtful glitter.

Carry on.

The gift of clarity and peace...there are many here who wish they could give these to you. But alas, it is impossible to give such a grand thing. I hope this doesn't seem frivolous, and believe me when I say it is not intended as such. But as I was reading your pain and doubt the old well known poem Desiderata played in my mind. I know you've read it and heard it, but maybe I'll just paste the last few verses here in case they might offer some comfort that I cannot. You were one of the first to welcome me back to these forums not so long ago, thus you are special to me even though we are not well acquainted. I hope that by the time you read this, things will be better.

And now, heeeeere's Max !

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

 

[Shankara20]

Tonight, as I sit in a quiet room, listening to my husbands breathing, my heart is squeezing in a million places. At times, I can't catch my breath. I'm hoping for some clarity and peace but I don't think they're anyplace close.

I like the conversation that's taken place. And I like the sparkle! Thoughtful glitter.

Carry on.

((heart))


I will glitter as best I can for you...

 

[Shankara20]

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

pain and suffering and joy and love and everything....

 

[Mrtenant]

Clarity with eyes that sparkle....

 

[cookiecat]

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

Thank you for this. Very much.

 

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