Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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Thankful Thursday

Five Things I am Thankful for Today!!!

1.  The Color Red

2.   Color Black

3.  The Color Blue

4.  The Color White

5.   The Color Green

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Take a break, sit back and enjoy this absolutely beautiful message . . .

You will really enjoy this.   Let’s be thankful that  God gave us the ability to see colors.

Turn up the sound and click on the picture above.

Thanks Gary Ringstaff for sharing this. It’s absolutely wonderful!!!!

So, what are you thankful for today!  I’d love to know.  Blessings to all, Cordieb.

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More on Colors. . .Just in Case You Didn’t Know. . .  🙂

Almost all visible colors can be obtained by the additive color mixing of three colors that are in widely spaced regions of the visible spectrum. If the three colors of light can be mixed to produce white, they are called primary colors and the standard additive primary colors are red, green and blue.

 

Two colors that produce white when added together are called complementary. The color complementary to a primary color is called a secondary color. The complementary or secondary colors for red, green and blue are cyan, magenta and yellow respectively. These three colors are often referred to as the subtractive primary colors. When the three are combined in subtractive color mixing, they produce black.

🙂 🙂 🙂

Peace, Light and Love. . . C.

Spiritual Riddle – It’s the little things…

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook

I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without  sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land

I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose

I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring

I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer) 🙂

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No. I Can’t See the Wind…

No, I can’t see the wind. . .

but I can feel her chill down to my bones..

I can feel her warmth as she comforts my soul…

I see the effects of his force as he bristles over infinite blades of grass;

Each blade dancing individually, yet collectively to the wind’s sweet song. . .

I can see the magnitude of his majesty as the tree branches sway, too and fro…

No. I must admit, I have never seen the wind. . .

Yet, I can see how she touches all and everything…

in unison. . .still, independently…

I have seen how she has changed whole landscapes in seconds…

I have witnesses her bring the 200 year old mighty oak to the ground…

I watch her invisible force lift vast oceans onto shores…

I have witnesses her carry a kite into the glimpse of the sun

She gently lifts the sparrow into graceful flight….

He gently runs his fingers through the strands of my hair…

I feel his gentle touch caress my skin…

And. . . there are times when he simply takes my breath away…

Alas, I am but a feather in the wind…

she picks me up and takes me on many experiences,

then she gently lands me on the bountiful land

No.  I confess, I have yet to see the wind. . . himself…

But I feel his effects each moment I live. . .

I feel his presence…omnipotent…

I know his power … and his grace…

and I am ever so grateful for the wind….

I shall forever love the wind. . .

~Written by CordieB.  Inspired by G.

Love Tames

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Spiritual Art Sunday – Love Warms the Heart; Loves Frees the Soul

CordieB Creation - Click for Larger View

CordieB Creation - Click (then click again) for Larger View

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Available as prints, magnets, cups, mouse pads, greeting/note cards and more — comment me or email me if you’d like someting! Also, if you’d like something personal, hollah back! Of course, still comment regardless. . . I love your feedback and critique! And of course . . . I love YOU!

As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

This is a photo manipulation created in Photoshop.  The winter water scape was created by me in Bryce and retouched in photshop.  Stock models and brushes used to create this can be found below. . .

http://yana-stock.deviantart.com/art/Snow-Brushes-70739645

http://shoofly-stock.deviantart.com/art/Dove-Stock-35621827

http://falln-stock.deviantart.com/art/Chained-Female-Angel-Statue-2-20651906

http://xphotoshoperx.deviantart.com/art/Heart-Brushes-79629545

Magnificant Moments

  ~Flowers and Lovers  – Mark Chagall ~
This week, simply snickers celebrates the birthday of Russian artist Mark Chagall (born July 7, 1887 ).   Such a magnificant painting! 

Magnificant moments in my life

Have always trailed much stress and strife

The beauty of the velvet red rose

Whose bloom came after bitter snows

The clutching of my first born’s hands

Came after laboring demands

of stress and pain through out the night

But in her eyes came pure delight

The climbing of the mountain high

brought pain to legs, feet and thighs

But looking across the beautiful view

Gave a sense of magnificance and wonder anew

As I retrace my life and what I’ve seen

There’s one surety that’s always been

Magnificance would not be so

Without preserverence that makes it so

As I gaze upon the magnificant rainbow

After a raging storm passed only seconds ago

Her beauty reminds me with anticipated glee

A magnificant moment awaiteth me!

~By CordieB

This poem was written for Simply Snickers , a fun poetry prompt.  This week’s theme is "Magnificant Moments."

How velvety, sensual is my touch, oh how my essense calms weary souls – A Spritual Riddle

 

As I began to blossom, seemingly right before your very eyes;  
You were mesmerized by my beauty; such sweet, sultry innocence and no one denies;
My velvety sensuality, Oh how my radiant essense always calms weary souls!
So I was at first handled ever so delicately, as my loveliness began to unfold.  

Soon you desired to take me home with you; keep me, care for my all and all-
But your desires only stagnated me; caused my demise and made me fall
too quickly from the grace and beauty that you find so appealing;
My once vibrant colors of life soon vanished due to my silent unwilling . . .
to be seized, exploited, kept and displayed like a prize.
I wanted be free to be me; to sing with the moon, dance with the skies;
And I’m wise enough to realize once my tender splendor begins to decay – 
You will no longer desire me; you’ll simply toss me aside; cast me away. 

So why is it you insisted to keep me from my joys and my natural flow;
From the freedom to sway gently like the leaves; feel the warm winds blow.
Why didn’t you allow me to sing in the sunshine, dance in the grass,
Fall asleep with the stars, awaken with the morning dew, less I surpass. 

When you removed me from my destiny, I became, so sad, then angry and resistent;
I tried to fight back.  I even drew blood from your being, but still you persisted and insisted. . .
To keep me from my natural light; to intrap me as your grand, precious accolade . . .
Only to discard me once my God given beauty begin to drop, wilt, and fade. 

I used to blow your mind each time you passed me, with my sweet aromic essense;
You would stroke me so gently, allways plotting to remove me from my presense.
I tried to warn you, often bristling and whistling, "I will not last, I can not grow!"
But in your selfish love, you still cut me off from what sustained my natural glow. 

I tried to make you understand, I could love and make you happy; yet remain free-
But you insisted on controlling my existence, your version of showing  adoration for me!
Now I’m slooped over in agony, waiting to be returned to whence I was born
I’m am yesterday’s dazzling sensation and beauty, I am . . .(click below for answer) 
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