Beautiful…from Lorraine

Take my hand
Lay me down in the green grass
Where Love flows eternal
Kissed by falling rain
Warmed by the rays of the sun
Beyond the Gate into the unknown
Where souls are at rest
And bones hurt no more
Where the lame walk
And blind eyes see
And where sorrow has shed its skin
Leaving just an open heart
Oh let me lie there
Feel the ancient touch
That heals all woes
Give life to bodies wracked with pain
Where the sweet singing of the birds
Echoes the voices of the angels in heaven
Oh let me lie let me lie
With You my Lord, my Love
With all who have gone before
Take my hand
Lead me to those green pastures

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Color Psychology

Be Inspired..!!

Color psychology is a field of study that’s devoted to analyzing the emotional and behavioral effects produced by colors and color combinations. Ecommerce website owners want to know which color will make their website visitors spend more money. Home decorators are after a color that will transform a bedroom into a tranquil Zen retreat. Fast-food restaurant owners are dying to know which color combinations will make you want to super-size your meal. As you can imagine, color psychology is big business.

Describing the emotional connections that people can have with colors can be a very hippy-esque topic and that is why it is handy to have an understanding of the emotional attributes of some of the main color groups.

  • Red – Anger, danger, warmth and passion. It can increase heart rate and raise blood pressure, and be overwhelming if used too much.
  • Orange – Bright, fun, friendly and playful. Commands…

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The Good Life

The I Am

I found this article on my Facebook feed this morning and thought I’d pass it along to you.

“15 Things That Emotionally Strong People Don’t Do,” by Paul Hudson, is a quick look at some of the “habits” we should have to remain strong. And if we don’t have them, they’re easy enough to implement.

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Bette’s Books & Blog…

Check out this author!!!

Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author

BAS Author logo stamp 2015I am a writer inspired by nature and human nature.

I love people, nature, art, music and literature.

I advocate for kids and families, childhood literacy and for the protection of monarch butterflies and their threatened habitat in my books, my poetry and on my blog. My blog supports Indie and traditional authors, features great books and poetry and provides tips for writers and readers as well. Be sure to check out the tabs at the top of my blog and leave a comment or two. Thanks so much for stopping by for a visit. I look forward to chatting with you. — Bette A. Stevens

Brief Bio: Stevens is a retired elementary and middle school teacher, a wife, mother of two and grandmother of five. Stevens lives in Central Maine with her husband on their 37-acre farmstead where she enjoys writing, gardening, walking and reveling in the beauty of…

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#WingedJewels . . . the male cares!

I love this! Great pictures too.



Baya Weavers (Ploceus philippinus) constructing their nest.
The male bird usually builds the nest half way, up to the so-called helmet stage
that consists of partly of the living chamber.
He then tries to get his mate to be interested in the half-built nest.
Once he has her approval, he will continue with the construction,
completing it with a tube-like structure below the entrance.


Sadly, if the female is not happy with the nest
the male has to break it up and start again.
She has to feel it is safe and water proof.

Text & images source: Birds https://web.facebook.com/Birds.Lovers.1/

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One of the most tragic things about human nature…

So true.


One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.

~ Dale Carnegie

~ Art “The Soul of the Rose” by John William Waterhouse
Text and image source: Garden of Pensiveness https://www.facebook.com/TheGardenofPensiveness/

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A Thousand Miles of History XXII: Seeking the circle

These articles are so well written, I felt like I was standing beside you. Equally fascinating, the stones and their history. I don’t read much nonfiction, but I’d but I’d buy this as a book. Wow. Couldn’t stop reading. Going to check out your books. 😍❤

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“It’s somebody’s drive.” The neat rows of montbretia made that very clear. Yet, this was at least one of the ways we could, according to the map, get to our first site of the day. We had already driven up and down the road, done a couple of ‘U’ turns and consulted the very detailed map we had purchased the evening before, but maps only tell you where you need to go… not what is in your way on the ground. Like private property.

“But the map says…” So, we turned into the farmers drive, pretty soon realising that the unmade track was never intended as a public thoroughfare. We pulled over at a safe spot and consulted the map yet again, somewhat uneasy at what felt like trespassing, even though the map assured us we had a right of way. It was at this point that the farmer himself…

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Trying Times~

Love this…

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Trying times follow,
times of sweet relief
they come to destroy
our trust and belief.

For satan knows so well,
when we are at rest . . .
it’s the opportune time
to launch his fiery tests.

Tying times follow,
times of peacefulness
they come to disrupt
in God our faithfulness.

For satan understands,
when we are tranquil
it’s is the ideal time
for our faith to mangle.

Trying times follow,
times of blissfulness
but we who remain sober
do so with steadfastness!


1 Peter 5:8-9

Be sober, be vigilant; because your
adversary the devil, as a roaring
lion, walketh about, seeking whom
he may devour:

Whom resist stedfast in the faith,
knowing that the same afflictions
are accomplished in your brethren
that are in the world.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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There is nothing between us now
I am at the edge
Looking in
And suddenly
I am there, part of the picture
But All One
As the sunset enters my soul
No longer a picture
But part of me
I part of it
And in this moment
I know

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 (DREAM). This week, it’s the A rhyme spot.


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Fearful I am trapped in this dream.
At odds I stand against the night
Lost in shadows longing for light.
Breathing deeply my mind I clear.
I am rooted to the spot with fear.
To make my escape I am keen
From this unwholesome and dark theme
In vain I try to forge ahead
Feet sinking in this mire of dread.
Reality just elusive.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. For this particular challenge the wordDREAMmust be one of theAposition words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme withDREAM.


Here is the quick description of a Décima:

There are10 lines (stanza) of poetrythat rhyme but in this case there is aset rhyming patternwe must stick to.
In additioneach line must only have 8 syllables.
The rhyme pattern is;
a b b a a c c d…

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Tidal Waves

Beautiful words from Sarah Doughty

Heartstring Eulogies

“It was you. You hit me like a tidal wave.
There was no going back. And I was okay with that.”

It was you. You hit me like a tidal wave. I spent my whole life trying to find my way, but I was just stumbling. One day, just like the flip of a switch, the lights turned on. There I stood, right in the middle of a crowded room. I didn’t know how, but I could sense you were nearby. My future. When I spotted you, it was like the world paused for an instant. I saw you and those eyes of yours. I was spellbound by their depths. Like the ocean couldn’t compare to the blue that shone through them. But it wasn’t just your eyes, it was everything about you. It was like you were waiting for me too. Right then, I knew, there was no going…

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We have to choose joy…

So true…from purplerays.wordpress.com



“Joy does not simply happen to us.
We have to choose joy
and keep choosing it everyday.”

~ Henri J.M Nouwen

~ Image “Full of Life” by Alberto Di Donato
Text & image source: ॐ Nature Heals, Nature Reveals ॐ https://web.facebook.com/%E0%A5%90-Nature-Heals-Nature-Reveals-%E0%A5%90-729612107082182/

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Give Way

I love these words…

The Stories In Between

It’s strange sometimes

The distance, space

Around us

How it gives way

As we all move

In different directions

Here and there

Back and forth

But always within

The confines

Of what we know

Do we dare

Break these lines

Step out

Into something

We may not


To taste

A life free

Of this need

For structure



give way

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“…By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

Love this…

Art of Quotation

“The secret of it all is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood of the moment–to put things down without deliberation–without worrying about their style–without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote–wrote, wrote…

…By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

– Walt Whitman, American, poet, writer (photograph by Thomas Eakins)

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We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper!

Love it!

My Good Time Stories

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We all know the trials and tribulations that we have all experienced during this difficult time of the COVID pandemic. During the time that people were frantically going to stores and buying out certain items…such a toilet paper, I came across the following poem on Poetry 4 Kids. I thought this would be something fun to share! Enjoy!

We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper

We’re running out of toilet paper.
Paper towels too.
We haven’t got much Kleenex left.
I’m not sure what we’ll do.

We tried to buy some yesterday.
We went to every shop,
but all the shelves were barren
from the bottom to the top.

We called our friends to see
if they had extra we could borrow,
but they said they have just enough
to last until tomorrow.

Our roll is almost empty now.
A solitary square
is hanging on the holder and

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Follow the Signs, I Won’t Always Be Here

Jeremy and Bailey

My dear child,

Tonight, I sat next to you as you drove home in your first vehicle. You asked me questions as we drove. “Do I turn on my blinker here?” “Do I need to start slowing down yet?” “What’s the speed limit here?”

And I heard myself say it…

Follow the signs. I won’t always be here.

After those words came out of my mouth, you responded with, “That’s true.” You slowed down when you saw reduced speed warnings, you slowed down when you came to those yellow curve signs, and you set your cruise at a safe speed until you found one of those handy speed limit signs. While we were talking about driving, the words were bittersweet for so many reasons. It’s just true. I won’t always be here, and I pray you know how to follow the signs of life to help you make good decisions.

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Mommy Writes A Book

The act of holing up at home and liking it.

Symptoms may include but are not limited to:

Avoiding all news and social media, as well as the laundry.

Leaving people on read for extended periods of time, ranging from 2-3 days.

Excessive Pinterest rabbit holing and pinning shit you will never look at again.

Inability to change clothing for 2 days.


Opting for a bandana instead of a mask.

Irritability in forced social interactions with people who are obviously bored easy and more needy than you.

Overuse of toilet paper, because you have enough to last till July and need the storage space.

Going outside to throw a football because you miss sports.

Texting every ex going back 2 years to “check on their covid status”.

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All Your Perfects

I just LOVE this piece. Check out this awesome writer.


If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim. ― Hoover

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Here’s the thing. Anyone can be beautiful if you know how to look. And that also includes you. It is unrealistic to assume that you can see all the perfects in everyone. It is also a little narcissistic if you stare at your naked reflections all day.

Until our fears can be written in our flesh, our imperfections continue to be infinite. We beat ourselves up every day. We form a villain version of everyone we know and give them permission to suffocate our souls. We create stains in our once beautiful colors, darkening every thought we ever have.

It is so easy to keep catching flaws, blaming our parents for our demons. We never stop to think they are dealing with their own demons every day. All we do is generate battles that should…

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