Tuesday, August 12, 2014

My Lord,

The words of this hymn by Madame Guyon are especially meaningful because they speak of her attitude during and after many years of imprisonment for her beliefs.


My Lord, How full of Sweet Content;
I pass my years of banishment!
Where'er I dwelt, I dwell with Thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.


To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.


While place we seek, or place we
   shun
'The soul finds happiness in none;
But with God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy, to go or stay.


Could I be cast where Thou are not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call
Secure of finding God in all.
--Madame Guyon (1648-1717

Saturday, August 2, 2014

August  2, 2014

Wind chimes announce the arrival of a sharp hint of autumn air; as do the orange mums that sway like awkward children beside licorice-scented marigolds and winter-berry holly leaves that sift to the ground in each lifted breeze.


"Fall leaves, Fall flowers, sway ;
lengthen night and shorten day
  Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the Autumn trees."
-----Emily Bronte


With fall just around the corner; I thought it was time to introduce the first of my fall  spooks.  These little munchkins make great collectibles; 12 -13 inches tall from hat to bottom of skirts.