20 Replies to “Gilding”

  1. JanBeek – Ennis, Montana – With Bob, my dear husband of 64 years (as of Feb.11), I continue to live a full life. Here in Montana, every day is a learning experience. Every day is a chance to reach out in love! With 8 1/2 decades of living under our belts, we’ve learned a thing or two about how to create the “Good Life” in our “Golden Years.” This blog is designed to share some of those tidbits with you. I aim to inspire more love, joy, peace, faith and unity. Hopefully, my blog will will give you a glimpse into how just “Loving One Another” has enhanced my time on earth - and I’ll encourage you to reach out to others with unconditional love, too. A recent blog follower said in her introduction, "My mode of operation is to make the ordinary of everyday extraordinary." I have to borrow that... In fact, borrowing ideas from others is one way to achieve the extraordinary. Feel free to borrow any of mine any time! I'd be honored. To God be the glory!! Welcome Aboard! (Oh, and last Feb. we added a new puppy to the mix... cuddly, lovable, feisty - but oh my goodness, he was not house or crate trained! We've fixed that.) Wish us luck with his chewing!! P.S. "Kenny" is making some progress - but it's slow on the learning what to and not to chew! Destroyed our new remote control!!
    JanBeek says:

    Yes, without the sunshine that leaf might not have turned gold… cool thought! <3

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  2. Kritika Maheshwari – I don't know who I am except words categorizing me into a form composed of elements carrying energies which help me know that I am energy, yet I don't know how I should define myself. The name given is a word, and definition is in your hands. As each has a word for me which makes me unknown to my own self. Gratitude is what I am full of, and I don't know.
    Kritika says:

    Its a beautiful capture.

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  10. judybarton – Still in love, complicated, almost stupid, interested to recognize herself. "Up to the age of eighteen years old everybody writes poems; after, only two categories of people may continue to do it: poets and idiots." (Benedetto Croce). Obviously I do not consider myself a poet.
    judybarton says:

    As a delicate foam it envelops her like a memory

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      1. judybarton – Still in love, complicated, almost stupid, interested to recognize herself. "Up to the age of eighteen years old everybody writes poems; after, only two categories of people may continue to do it: poets and idiots." (Benedetto Croce). Obviously I do not consider myself a poet.
        judybarton says:

        It’s your photo …

  11. Linda Moon – I am a lover of unspoken language. When all else fails and my tongue cannot capture the words to convey... I find the language of my heart in ink ~*~
    Linda Moon says:

    As if the leave desires to live on despite Mother Nature’s cycle…
    Beautifully captured 🥰

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