Todays number is 32…The effects of swallowing the sun are beginning to manifest themselves. The gravel in my voice has become a whisper this week (along with the voice itself), and my energy level has fallen to a new low. Almost done…
I was running through my Reader today and found a reminder of a blog I hadn’t visited this week…I am glad I did. Beverly Spicer points the way to a site I highly recommend…
LIFE a journey through time at Beverly Spicer
Today a good friend sent me a most wonderful site that I simply have to share with you. It is called LIFE: A Journey Through Time, and it features the work of Frans Lanting, presenting one of the most beautiful and thought provoking slide shows I’ve ever seen, accompanied by wonderful music that aids the inspirational and educational process. Lanting offers a book of his work. Simply enter the site, choose Start the Journey, and enjoy all things offered on the site. Congratulations are in order to Mr. Lanting for offering us a simple, beautiful, awe-inspiring and scientifically informed journey in life through time.
I heartily agree with Beverly’s assessment. If you love fine photography, nature, or music, all three are represented here. The slideshow requires a bit of time, but the investment is well worth it. Pour a cup of coffee or tea, or a glass of wine and sit back and enjoy the sights and sounds of the presentation. Explore the site and find out the story behind the images.
The book can be found at Amazon – Life: A Journey Through Time
Another of my daily reads, Beyond the Fields We Know, has a post up this morning that I hope she won’t mind me quoting here…
Beyond the Fields We Know: Mama Says Om – Magic
Magic is everywhere we look, if we have the eyes to see it, and the wits to comprehend it.
It is in the exuberant self-rooting residents of the hedgerow and the leaning ash trees above, the summer songs of the birds and the slow happy buzzing of crickets in my western field in late afternoon. It is in the perfect golden mandala spokes of the Brown Eyed Susan blooming by my old rail gate. Magic is also in that wonderful old gate and all along the country road it borders so patiently.
Magic walks among us too – we are all magical creatures spun out of stardust and sparkling like the early morning dew on a garden plum. Here’s to magic and the turning year, here’s to us as we walk together along this magical path called life. We shine, if only we could remember it.
There is a lot said in those three short paragraphs…Inner truths that we mostly have forgotten in our rush to the future. I plan to slow down today and take the time to be inspired by the magic…Why don’t you?
I’ve killed enough time this morning, so it’s time to get ready for the afternoon treatment run…Later