“… The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus” While reading that, my tears were dried up … It was enough to replace the concern with self by the eternities for to get an understanding of what enlightens my path. It’s not the electricity but our gratitude for being alive. The comprehension of the responsibility for the sharing of the light with other frees ourselves from all fears.
… the depth of our steps is defined by our love to other
My blog Candleday was featured by windiepink – artists of the seven
You may click above and read these lovely words. However, let me share my reply.
Your lovely words deeply touched me. Thank you . However, not my colors but YOUR ATTIDUDE is the treasure you are talking about. My artworks are just a reflection of the glorious radiation of the Divine Spirit who flows through us when we trust in God and recognize ourselves in the eyes of each other.
That’s the news that cries for sharing with all.
Thank you for the help to do that.
“What good have you done to the town you live in?”
If we asked ourselves what we personally did to the city we live in, most complaints would go away instantly and the air we breathe would be much more refreshing,
today I found the quote that makes clear that the light shines alike all over the Earth.
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”
Martin Luther King Jr.
It’s very easy to throw away empty pack of cigarettes and don’t bother over where concretely it will land while moving the dirty street crowded with various scrap heaps. However, the same person will critically examine his appearance prior entering the hall of some palace and will look for a dustbin for completing the same action.
We reason nice about the dependence of our actions on our consciousness. However, who could deny all mentioned above? What does that mean? Does that points to the decisive impact of our environment on our behavior or just reveals the weakness of the personal faith?
Once, While blogging I came across a picture of a chicken on a plate. The view directed my eyes to the kitchen table. It stood empty, but the plastic surface looked like an artistic canvas that was waiting for a touch of my brush.
My imagination started to dance and the strokes were hypnotizing … I could indeed make something grand in case I would have…
… In case I would have lots of money to purchase the necessary artistic materials… Thus the sun hid under the blanket of the gloomy twilight and the painful drops knocked on my crown. Was I weeping?
Sorry. Is not it silly to grieve for the impotency to change the reality? Currently workless can start working and can earn to pay their debts and move to reach their dreams, temporally sick may recover, but what can do the recognized as the disabled-as the unfit to anything until the death?
My friend Jonas Tarasevičius writes:
“In case I would have lots of money, I would buy a boat
I would circumnavigate the Earth.
In case I would have lots of money …”
While recalling my eyes smile: yes, we need no law to love.
Unfortunatelly, the world requires a diploma to claim the truth. We are free just to live it on a voluntarily base.
I quickly divided the surface of the table apart and wrote on the left:
I have no means to take the pictures of the wonders of our Earth, but – I started to write on the other side of my table sheet- Now I can enjoy the gratitude for being alive.
Just have a look. While drawing I had a saying “supranti” (do you understand?), but as I have started to blog, I discovered you and my language weed burst into blossom of the “Wow!” The new adage was born.