Monday, 18 October 2010

The Gift of Lillies

DAY 100

 Elloa gave me the gift of Lillies - a symbol of purity.

He sees no strangers; only dearly loved and loving friends. He sees no thorns but only lilies, gleaming in the gentle glow of peace that shines on everything He looks upon and loves. ACIM

DAY 99

This morning during meditation my breathing became free and easy, and there was a quiet melting in. I opened my eyes to the sight of a pretty rose swaying in the garden and  decided to make a picture; a flower portrait.  Life in macro is stunningly beautiful; a world within a world, within a world. The slightest breeze can seem like a hurricane. I continued to meditate on the rose, letting go completely on the out breath and when I paused,  the rose held the pause with me, and the image was captured ...

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

Ell and me ate a simple lunch of tuna and rye bread, with marmite and steamed cabbage. Then, we drove down to the beach and had some fun. I felt compelled to take off my shoes and socks and go paddling in the water. It was amazing. Ell did the same, and we laughed,and played like children. We also collected tiny pebbles and shells.

Later we drank decaf lattes in Marks and Sparks. Mine had a love heart image in the foam. Check out the photo below for proof...

This made me curious . What if this loveheart was a miracle, like The Shroud of Turin (This is a linen cloth bearing the image of a man who appears to have suffered physical trauma in a manner that is consistent with the crucifixion. Some say that the face is the Holy Face of Jesus.) See below for a picture of  The Shroud ... I have to admit it does have a slight Christi feel to it

Holy S**t! What if this was The Shroud of Cafe Latte -  the image of Christ reappearing in the steamed foam in the shape of a loveheart?

There is no order of difficulty in miracles. One is not 'harder' or 'bigger' than another. They are all the same. All expressions of love are maximal. ACIM

1 comment:

  1. You captured so much in this little post, and I can't even pinpoint what it is. All I know is it transformed my spirit with lightness and laughter and preciousness. Before I read your post I was seeing brokenness, after reading, I feel like kneeling in the garden in silent appreciation. Thank you!