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Source: Donna Ashworth on Facebook

Your mother is always with you.

They moved the headstone they put on moms feet. The top of her stone is still a little lower, but I'm glad they moved the other stone!

Was looking at Facebook memories and I shared some good ones around mothers day over the years. I thought I'd save them here. Enjoy!

Your mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well. She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space...not even death.

~ Author Unknown

Life is a fragile chain of experiences held together by love.

...the leaving of a pebble on a headstone in the cemetary is a way to errect a small, new tomb-stone to honour the memory of the dead. The pebble also lets others know that someone did come and remember. Symbolically, it suggests the continuing presence of love and memory which are as strong and enduring as a rock. It's a Jewish tradition, but you don't have to be Jewish to leave a stone.

Journey Within

 

In the silent chamber of my heart,
Stories of past, a work of art.
Each year a brushstroke, bold and true,
Painting the essence of the evolving you.

Whispers of joys, cries of pain,
Rainbows after every rain.
Embracing flaws, cherishing the glow,
With every birthday, I come to know.

Deeper I dive into my core,
Discovering facets never seen before.
Another year, another layer unfolds,
In the heart’s diary, life’s tales retold.

By Maya Anthony

ai art by me

Happy Birthday to Me!

Isolate

Isolate as much as you want to become stronger,

even if you see that loneliness is an unbearable hell,

it is much better than the multiple masks of humans.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

ai art by me

Gather Up

 

"I shall
Gather up
All the lost souls
That wander this earth
All the ones that are alone
All the ones that are broken
All the ones that never really fitted in
I shall gather them all up
And together we shall find our home."

“Gather up” by Athey Thompson,
from A Little Book Of Poetry
Photograph taken from “Through the
back door,” by J. Pickford and A. Green

Source: Tales of the old forest faeries on Facebook

Prayer Bells Of Heaven ~ Jimmy Martin