Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Color For the Soul


When the Sun sits lower on her throne and the blooms of Summer fade into the quickening light of Autumn, bright colors dance in the soul...


xo

Andie



14 comments:

  1. Hi Andie, long time no see. You must be doing Facebook more or just staying busy. Hope all is well with the family and love the new header.

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    1. We have been busy, my friend...and for that I apologize. We have lots to share, though! Hoping you are well!

      xo

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    1. Thank you, Marsha! It's so nice to see you!

      xo

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  3. IT HAS BEEN AWHILE, ANDIE. SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ARE BACK.
    HAVE TRIED TO EMAIL YOU. PLEASE SEND ME AN ADDRESS.
    WE'LL TALK SOON

    BILLIE

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  4. We have all missed you and our glimpse into your beautiful life.

    Pam

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    1. Andie, like all truly great performers, has mastered the art of "giving them just enough to keep them wanting to come back for more" –– a great and very useful accomplishment

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  5. Love your blue secretary desk, Andie, but miss the Montgolfier Balloon chandelier. Hope yu still have it?

    Good luck with your pond project. I've lost access to my gmail account, that's why you haven't heard from me. New 'puter. Not sure how to get all the old stuff back. All in good time –– I hope!

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  6. ________ All Hallows Eve ________

    Trick or treating, barren branches claw
    On rooftops ‘gainst the biting Autumn air.
    Jack O’Lantern flickers. Would he gnaw
    An arm away, or set aflame the hair ––

    Conspicuously real above the masks ––
    Kindling Kindergartners at the door?
    Only Satan’s own perform such tasks,
    Leering, lisping, limping as to war.

    Awake! All Hallows Eve lets loose the ghosts.
    No one escapes the Grave for long. Be wise.
    The Jack O’Lanterns flicker on the posts ––
    Each one a sentry for the Lord of Flies.

    Run home to mother lest the Evil One
    NABS you, while you THINK you’re having fun.


    ~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper, Autumn, 1996

    HAPPEE HALLOWEEN!

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  7. Andie,
    Saw this and thought of you..
    http://www.bountifulhome.com/shop.html

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  8. HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!

    Ding Dong!
    The Witch is Dead.
    Which old witch?
    The Wicked Witch.
    Ding Dong!
    The Wicked Witch is dead.

    Wake up,
    You Sleepyhead,
    Rub your eyes,
    Get out of bed.
    Wake up!
    The Wicked Witch is dead!

    She's gone where the goblins go ––
    Below, below, below,
    So SING ––
    And RING the BELLS Out.

    DING DONG!
    The MERRYO.
    Sing it High.
    Sing it LOW.
    Let them KNOW
    The Wicked Witch is Dead!


    Be wise. Don't question. Don't doubt. Don't fear. Don't analyze. Don't argue. Don't demur, Just ENJOY a rare and precious day of TRIUMPH OVER EVIL.

    Check it out here:

    http://freethinkesblog.blogspot.com/

    We're having a PARTY today. All are welcome to join, except the SPOILSPORTS and PICKLEPUSSES. [You know who you are!]

    REJOICE!

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  9. ON THANKSGIVING NORNING

    Today is the very special day in which we need to see aside our differences, suspend our questions, complaints and cynical disbelief, and do nothing but express gratitude for all the many blessings we DO have –– and they are astonishing once you start thinking about them and enumerating them.

    Thanksgiving starts with thanks for mere survival,

    Just to have made it through another year

    With everyone still breathing. But we share

    So much beyond the outer roads we travel;

    Our interweavings on a deeper level,

    The modes of life that souls alone can share,

    he unguessed blessings of our being here,

    The warp and weft that no one can unravel.

    So I give thanks for our deep coinherence
    
Inwoven in the web of Gods own grace,

    Pulling us through the grave and gate of death.

    I thank Him for the truth behind appearance,

    I thank Him for his light in every face,
    
I thank Him for you all, with every breath!


    ~ Malcolm Quite

    Going through the exercise of expressing our thanks to God for the Gift of Life and for the Beauty of the earth, for all the joys He has given us that make life bearable, and all the sorrows too from which we should learn to be aware of the needs and feelings of others. All of that energizes us, makes us feel stronger, healthier, more hopeful and more ambitious. Wallowing in spite, jealousy, pettiness and endless recriminations makes us ill and only produces great unhappiness.

    Be thankful unto Him
    And bless His name,
    For the Lord is good
    Hi same is greatly to be praised,
    And His mercy endureth forever.

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  10. Dear, Andie,

    I hope you are enjoying the buildup to Christmas this year more than ever before? There is SO MUCH to be glad about, and to be grateful for, as things have turned out. We should all take time out to express gratitude and to wish each other the merriest Christmas ever.

    I do hope we hear from you before the Great Day arrives. Your message needn't be spectacular, we'd just love to know you are well and that things are humming along as we believe they should for you, Handsome Husband and Gracie.

    If not, and you are experiencing trouble, please let us know that too, so we may pray for you and send our fondest thoughts and greatest hopes for recovery your way.

    In any event MERRY CHRISTMAS, Andie!

    I hope you know we love you and want only the best for you always?

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  11. HEY! LOOK WHAT WE MISSED. AIN'T YOUR HEART JUST A-BRIMMING OVER WITH GRATITUDE?

    ____ Hilladay Howl ____



    There’s nothing to tout.
    There’s nothing to buy.
    The stores have run out.
    Your funds have run dry.

    Hillaclaws is coming to town!

    For her mill you are grist.
    She thinks fun’s a crime,
    She clenches her fist,
    When you seek a good time.

    Hillaclaws is coming to town!

    She monitors your reaping.
    She’ll ration what you take.
    Whatever you try keeping
    She will grab for her own sake!

    So, you’d better not preen,
    You’d better not prance.
    It won’t please the Queen,
    She will look askance.

    Hillaclaws Upon You Will Frown.
    Hillaclaws is coming to town!

    She’s the dumpy broad
    With the mile-wide butt.




    SHE’S COMING TO TOWN!

    N____O____T____! And ain't it a mercy? <);-}>

    M-E-R-R-Y C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S-!

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