Flowers from my garden.
For my dear friend C.B.
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
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- dianne
- "Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass ... it's about learning how to dance in the rain." ♥
Gerbera
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All original poetry & prose written by me 'Dianne Dawes' and all personal photos unless otherwise stated are copyrighted and remain the property of the blog owner Ms Dianne Dawes. Whilst every possible effort has been made to ensure the accuracy of all information posted on this blog no guarantee is offered or liability accepted for any errors or omissions.
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♡ . . .
Dianne
November, 2012
“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star…” e e cummings
Ranunculus
“I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...” ― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
Peach Poppy Love
Meadow Daisies
Sweet Scented Roses
Gerbera Daisy
Bougainvillea
A flower from Alexandre
Thank You My Dear Friend
From Sui Generis of Imaginative Spirals
Thank you dear friend!
An Award
Gracias dear friend Elia! ♥
An Award from Elia
Gracias my sweet friend!
Gracias dearest Elia!
Yellow Flowers from Elia
Gracias my sweet friend!
From my dear friend Elia.
Gracias! ♡
Happy Week!
From my sweet friend eLiA ... ♥
Some of our most beautiful moments are unseen because we close our eyes when we kiss, laugh and dream ... ♡
Sun kissed roses ... ♥
Heart of Eglantine
Helenium
Happy Flowers
Zinnias
Daisy
Helleborus
Memories of Flowers
White Morning Flowers
“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.” ― Mary Oliver
Fields of Gold
Anthericum formosum
Spring Flowers
Hazel Leaves
Pandorea Pandorana Alba
Lily of the Valley
Fresh Green Leaves
Rainy Day
Lavender Field in Provence
Lenten Rose / Helleborus
Sunny Daisies
Poppy Meadow
Meadow Flowers
Lycoris
Native Azalea
Crocosmia
The Seine at La Grande Jatte
Georges Seurat
Alfalfa La Lucerne Saint-Denis
Georges Seurat
Flowering Garden
Vincent Van Gogh
Pommiers En Fleurs
Pierre-Eugène Montezin
Come wander through the orchard with me ... ♥
In my garden the seeds of love and friendship are sown...♥
Vermont Summer - Hibbard
House of Monet 1873
Botanica
One of the most beautiful things about a garden is the anticipation it evokes.
I love the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle on a Summer's eve.
An Award
From my sweet friend Elia. Gracias! ♥
An award for me
From Lady*♥*Fiona, a great poet from "The Princess Passions". Thank you! ♡
From my dear friend Jasmin...♥
http://rosenwunder.blogspot.com/
Beautiful Christmas CD 2009
Thank you dearest K9 ... ♥
Maple Leaf Code Poem by /t. @ Mo'po
Please click on the image it is a link to this code poem in Dynamic Animation ... Thank you dear /t. for dedicating this poem to me ... ♡
A beautiful gift from K9
Thank You Sweet Girl... ♥
A special gift from /t.
Thank you my friends /t. & Ruela ♥
Thank you sweet Maha ... ♥
From my dear friend Sarah Sofia
Thank you dear Sarah I could really use some good luck right now. ♥
Thank you dear Sparrow. ♥
An award from my friend Helene, thank you...♥
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Thank You Sarah Sofia
Thank you Sarah Sofia you are very generous and a good friend...I have always hoped for the 'Friends' award. ♥
Thank you Sarah Sofia for this Sunshine Award...♥
An Award From Sarah Sofia Thank You So Much... ♥
I support CARE Australia
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Yellow Gerbera Daisy
I love yellow!
From - A Flower in a Letter
And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
8 comments:
Hello dear C.B.
It's a long time since I have heard from you.
I hope that you are well and are feeling refreshed after your time in Mijas, Spain?
How fortunate you are to have travelled to so many wonderful destinations...places I can only dream about. I left you a message in the comments of my previous post but I don't think you have seen it.
Take care dear one, much love Dianne xoxo
Thank you Dianne. They are very pretty and you were kind to pick them for me. You know I like things like that very much. Thank you once again. Mes amities, C.B.
Hello dear C.B. It is lovely to hear from you again. You seemed to disappear after your sweet messages on December 2nd. I replied to your three messages and left a further message for you on January 10th. Did you see them!? I always reply.
I hope that you are well and your time in Mijas was enjoyable? Was it a lovely place?
How are you and how are you coping with the cold temperatures? Some of my friends in Derbyshire, Kent and Hull have had minus degree temperatures and snow.
I'm so pleased that you liked the daisies. I take many photos of my daisies as they have such happy faces. I'm sorry I didn't post a photo of a rose for you, they weren't looking their best because of the heat. Most of the petals have dropped.
There is nothing gentle about our Summer weather and it is getting worse with each year.
Please let me know how you are and take care dear one.
Much love, Dianne xoxo
“Then I considered all the work of the true God, and I realized that mankind cannot comprehend what happens under the sun. No matter how hard men try, they cannot comprehend it. Even if they claim that they are wise enough to know, they cannot really comprehend it.” (Ecclesiastes 8:17-19)
Christ referenced Noah when speaking about the end of the system of things saying, “Concerning that day and hour nobody knows, neither the angels of the heavens nor the Son, but only the Father. For just as the days of Noah were, so the presence of the Son of man will be. For as they were in those days before the Flood, eating and drinking, men marrying and women being given in marriage, until the day that Noah entered into the ark, and they took no note until the Flood came and swept them all away, so the presence of the Son of man will be. Then two men will be in the field; one will be taken along and the other abandoned. Two women will be grinding at the hand mill; one will be taken along and the other abandoned. Keep on the watch, therefore, because you do not know on what day your Lord is coming.” (Matthew 24:36-42)
I went last Sunday morning for 30 minutes to hear a local Public Talk of Jehovah's Witnesses, the modern-day Noahs who remind people that the Bible warns of an 'end' to this world. The words were just read from the Bible. No personal interpretation given. No "I think this means..." phrases from the speaker, common to other religions. No, the Bible was just read and it was left to our God-given intelligence to understand the words by ourselves.
Unlike Science, Politics, The Mystical Religions, etc., the Bible is very basic. As Christ did, it uses simple phrases. Phrases that the homeless tend to use too, “Be nice to each other. Don't hurt anyone. Don't steal from others. Be kind. Be generous. Be compassionate to those unfortunate.”
Maybe God is just watching for an effort to be made to turn to him for the answers to our problems. He doesn't seriously expect the world to change itself for the better. It hasn't ever happened and it never will. It can't happen. It's incapable. Even the best-intentioned make mistakes, overlook things, insensitive to others at times.
I have learnt nothing useful from this mad world. All I know is that as I got up to leave that Public Talk where I listened to the Bible being read, I felt a hand on my shoulder for a few seconds. I looked back. I was alone but I know now that I was not alone, if you can understand that. It was more like, “I saw you made the effort, when you didn't have to. But you did it and it means something to me.”
That stupid fear that there would be people wanting to convert others to be somebody that they're not, it was not true. It is left up to oneself to read the Bible more, to change oneself, to ask for help if you don't understand something. It's a personal thing, that change of heart and mind.
Nobody makes anybody do anything there. Others like me, go to read their own Bible there, go back home and try to change themselves not some other person trying to change them, like in a cult. Such a fear of being brainwashed or influenced by others i perpetuated in this world by ignorant troublemakers who want to cause alarm and slander those of good intent. I was pleased I went because the word talking to me was not earthly wisdom but from above, from the Bible, from the one with real wisdom.
I went home and spent the rest of the week thinking about the words read from the Bible. Why have I been so slow to understand that reading one book is so very important? Not sitting crosslegged in some yoga position thinking about nothing at all in some empty room like some who seek peace, but rather thinking about the words that Christ had actually said two thousand years ago and what he meant by them. Maybe it’s true, there is going to be an end to this world... and a new beginning. If there is, I want it. C.B.
Dear C.B.
Thank you for your message and your passages from the Bible. We must be ready every day for what is to come.
I apologise for not replying sooner, I did not check my emails last night, only this morning. I am sorry that you are so sad, sad with your life and the state of this world. It is not a great place any more...and so much worse for some who cannot escape their miserable existence. The homeless, people and children starving and dying of thirst, hunger and disease in third world countries, through no fault of their own. Global warming for which we are all responsible. Children here who have to rely on charities for clothes and food. My daughter works at a local school and finds uniforms for those who cannot afford them. We both try to help those in need.
My life is filled with physical pain, my health has deteriorated in the last year. So much so that I cannot get out as much as I would like to and do the things I loved, like going for a long walk. I have aged. I have to rely on others for help at present. I have never asked for much out of life, I live simply. I look back on my wasted life which is quickly coming to an end...I wish I could have all of that time back and make better choices. Yet I know I am far better off than so many others and grateful for what I still have.
If I have hurt you it was never done intentionally. You are a good man, kind and gentle, I wish we had met many years ago when I was younger and had some vitality and something good to offer you. I believe I have seen you and I liked all of the faces I have seen ...from the smiling fellow in the boat in Crete, a reflection in a shop door in Annecy, the homeless man with the radio. the man buying orange juice in Marrakech or perhaps the man in the hotel reception in the film The Double Life of Veronique. It matters not, I am not beautiful, my hair is turning grey and I feel very old.
Please take care dear one and try to enjoy the life that you have left. Much love always mon ami, Dianne xoxo
The same goes for me, dear friend. My health is gone. Totally. I fell badly a few weeks ago and now my right elbow has inflamed into a huge mass and I can hardly bend it any more. I try to keep it elevated which means I am unable to write. Constant unbearable pain. My migraines occur in cycles of 2 to 3 days. My stomach is in continuous knawing pain through a lifetime of fear, abuse and worry. I hate this world. Its arrogrance. Its stupidity. Its unkindness. Why the innocent have to suffer. I have to trust that God has permitted it only for an extremely good reason because I no longer will take rubbish excuses when I see children suffer because of the actions of adults. Most of the suffering of children in poverty and famine is linked to the refugee crisises and having to move location in an attempt to get away from war zones and fighting. It was the case in Bangladesh, Africa, Somalia, Syria, I could go on and on. It is very seldom because they chose to live on a hot bit of the planet with drought conditions as often portrayed in Western media. There has to be an end to all this. I hope God calls it a day soon and steps in - for the sake of the innocent and good-hearted people such as yourself. I certainly do not put myself into that category. I have wasted my life and I do not deserve to live in that restored beautiful paradise earth that Christ promised one of the evildoers who was executed with him. I wish to die and never live again or if forced, and only if forced, to be given a second chance in an earth restored to its original purpose of enjoyment. No money. No business. No armies. No borders. No police. No hospitals. No sick children or adults. No death. Just a contented life, day after day after day. With no aging. Obviously, God is going to have to guide us as to what to eat and drink to keep living without aging. That knowledge he has, I assume. Cells replicate copies. It's not impossible. The problem at the moment is that whatever we are doing or however we are living, each cell copy has a tiniest flaw which is then copied to new cells with their own tiniest flaws added. That is the problem. Scientists acknowledge that if cells could duplicate perfect copies, the possibility of living forever would be solved. But as that scripture from Eeclesiastes states, man does not have that knowledge, search as he may. Only God. Humility and patience. We have to wait and show more respect to God whilst waiting. Pray to him at night and speak honestly knowing that he is listening carefully. And wait. That is the hardest thing of all. Take care, dear Dianne. C.B.
I am so sorry to hear of your ill health my dear. Have you sought any medical treatment for your elbow? I hope so, surely something can be done? Migraines are dreadful, I understand how painful and debilitating they can be. I'm so sorry about the gnawing pain in your stomach, sorry that you are fearful and have worries and have suffered abuse. It's not fair that sensitive people are hurt. Abuse leaves scars which are difficult to heal, unfortunately the bad memories stay with us.
I have had more falls and damaged my knees, I require surgery. I don't know when that will be.
I don't believe you have wasted your life, think of all you have experienced, all of the people you have helped, including me. You gave me hope when I had none, you have touched my life in so many ways. I will always be grateful that you could make me feel the warmth of love again. You are kind, caring and good-hearted. A good and honest man. If anyone is to be given a second chance by God in his perfect world it will be you dear one. You deserve it more than anyone I know. I have led a relatively sheltered life, a life wasted, not lived because I was afraid of being hurt. I do have regrets for some stupid things I have done. How wonderful it would be to live in a world that you have described. It would truly be a Paradise. You will be there, I am sure of that...me, I don't know, I can only hope. I have to wait. We all have to be patient and wait. Please take care dear one and seek some medical attention for your stomach problems and migraines. Please keep in touch, I worry about you. Much love always mon ami, Dianne xoxo
La verdadera historia de la EPOC que cambió la vida.
Mi padre fue fumador durante cuarenta años. Comenzó cuando era un adolescente en la escuela secundaria a principios de la década de 1950 y continuó fumando alrededor de un paquete al día hasta que lo dejó en 1995. Durante años pensó "¿Sabes? Fumé durante cuarenta años y me salí con la mía". !" No. No, no lo hizo. En 2014, diecinueve años después de dejar de fumar, comenzó a notar que tenía problemas con las sibilancias y sentía que le faltaba mucho el aire. Fue diagnosticado con EPOC en etapa temprana. Durante el primer año, pudo arreglárselas simplemente usando inhaladores de rescate de vez en cuando, pero a finales de 2015 necesitaba oxígeno suplementario. Al principio, podía arreglárselas con la configuración más baja del tanque de 1 litro por minuto, pero a medida que pasaba el tiempo, necesitaba un concentrador de oxígeno en casa y necesitaba más y más oxígeno. El año pasado (2020) alcanzó la configuración más alta del concentrador de oxígeno de 5 litros por minuto, incluso mientras estaba sentado. En ese momento me había mudado con él para cuidarlo. A veces él estaba jadeando por aire y me preguntaba "Hijo, ¿la máquina está encendida? Simplemente no puedo obtener suficiente aire" su condición empeoró, nuestros corazones se derritieron cada momento mientras lo veíamos jadear, estábamos seguros él moriría en cualquier momento, cuando comencé a leer los comentarios de YouTube, me topé con un comentario que decía que hay un médico herbolario tradicional llamado Dr. Itua Herbal Center hombre que cura esta dolencia y otras enfermedades humanas, lo contacté rápidamente y ordené el hierbas con el dinero de mi padre porque ya no las necesitaría porque se moriría en cualquier momento, yo recibí las hierbas en dos días y desde ese momento las usó, empezó a sentirse cada vez mejor, a las pocas semanas estaba completamente curado, gracias por leer esta historia sobre la experiencia de mi padre con la EPOC. Si conoce a alguien que fuma y lo ama, anímelo a dejar de hacerlo. Amamos a Daddy.all gracias al Dr. Itua.
si tiene esta dolencia u otras dolencias como... Alzheimer, cáncer, Parkinson, VIH, herpes, VPH, enfermedad renal, diabetes, hepatitis, envíe un correo electrónico al Dr. Itua Herbal Center en
drituaherbalcenter@gmail.com también conversó con él en el número de whatsapp: +2348149277967. y él te enviará hierbas para curarte por completo.
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