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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
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.
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.
This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830. Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one. I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope. Thanks, Tobeme!
From Lush to Love
In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush
resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush
life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope
so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table
the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled
In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine
stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line
She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized
Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised
she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn
so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend
so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line
she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine
he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace
to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place
she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart
as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start
he developed a positive out look on life and love
Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…
the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled
Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad
Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .
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) 🙂
There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!
Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
I received this via email today from a very good friend… I simply had to pass it on!!!
The Buzzard: If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT: The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE: A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
PEOPLE: In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!
I am the tallest, darkest shadow to fall upon the hearts of men;
I have caused enormous calamity, failure and sin;
With me in a heart, humans seldom ever win.
Such a cold, dark, shallow shadow am I;
I bring on fears and tears, causing humans to sigh, asking why?
I’ve destroyed countless relationships, successes and faith;
I’m quite subtle, yet very strong is my wrath;
All minds and hearts will inevitably at times see me in their path.
All humans encounter me, some more than another;
You see, insecurity is my sister and worry is my brother;
My father is fear; suspicion, my mother.
I embrace souls at night like a new found lover.
If you are not carefull, I will suffocate you under my dark, thick cover.
Like a blanket of dread, I cover my prey;
To release yourself of my wrath, you must kneel down and pray;
Stay thankful and hopeful, live day by day.
I’ve had many second-guessing what’s wrong from right.
I cause anxiousness, apprehensiveness,
and can make hearts uptight;
But my shadow is very easily overcome by the family of light . . .
For the bright light of hope, faith, and love shine so bright
And they bring courage, security and trust to join in the fight;
Such illuminosity, clarity, and brilliance is their light,
It will cause my dark, deep shadow to fade and disappear straight into the night!
Who am I? (click below for answer)
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I feel like the hush of a whisper, gently blowing in the wind;
I am the warmth and light of sunshine softly caressing your skin;
I have the touch of bubbles, kissess, silk and french lace,
Brushing ever so gently upon your sweet face.
I am a cool mist alikend to a newborn baby’s breath –
softly blowing against your ears
I am the cup that catches your blood to endless depths
It is I who eases your silent fears;
I am a fountain of knowledge and wisdom; . .
I am with you from beginning till end
I am a blissfull vase full of mystery and wonderment
I am strong, yet I easily bend
I have the essense of the morning’s first dew
Like the spring’s first warm rain
It is I to whom the birds first sing at the break of dawn
I’m the mystery of midnight – yet I am not vain.
I watch over you in your travels
and pray wishes of wellness many times
You feel my sweet presense along your journey
Even through eternal space and time . . .
I bring laughter and happiness to you often
I can warm your heart with a smile
I have the fragrant alure of morning’s sweet honysicle
Come sat by my side for a while . . .
I often sat back and watch you in wonderment
Always loving througout the ages
But the essense of my real beauty
Lies in the joy in the children’s faces
I taste like sweet cotton candy dipped in lemon juice
My eyes were created to reflect peace and seduce . .
I’m easily chilled like snow flakes on the last rose of summer;
I’m remnescent of the last vision seen before slumber.
I am a colorful mozaic of joys and sorrows.
My tears help cool my soul.
The essense of serenity lies in my powers.
My true powers are yet to unfold;
I can radiate the coolness of a kiss on a foggy windowpane.
Or be as sensual as a shallow warm summer’s wave
Although I’m the ultimate protector -less I go insane,
It is I that you feel you must forever save!
I am happiness, sadness; rolled up into one
My presense is such – I’m all but I’m none
I am like the vision of a rainbow
Reflecting rays of color on a transluscent sea
I’m a trusted comfortor and nurturer;
Your humble beginnings were born within me.
I dance with the rythem of leaves blown at the first sight of fall
Sometime I do tumble, at times I might fall
Yet, I am the will of the powerless, the strength of the man
I’m God’s beautiful miracle . .
I am . . . (click below for the riddle’s answer)