“How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun,
How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain:
But now the fair traveller’s come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.” ~ Isaac Watts.
With summer now behind us, Mother Nature has taken it upon herself to have her last hoorah of hot summer’s days and nights, which we know to expect during the months of the summer season.
During this afternoon, I noticed the temperature had reached 31 degrees Celsius, a hot day for this time of year.
But when you see the brilliant red formations of clouds in the western sky late in the day, it is so worth the unseasonal heat!
Following my previous photos of Mount Warning, The Mesmerising Mountain, I just had to add yet another magical photo to the series. How could I resist?
“Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows In yonder West : the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes, And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.” ~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
‘Tis St. Patrick’s Day, to be sure, to be sure and here’s An Irish Blessing, to warm the cockles of your heart ~
“May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand”.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day and may the luck of the Irish be with you through all the days of your life. xxx
QuinnCreative and I have engaged in a comment chat recently, discussing the spiritual nature of the area around Tucson, Arizona.
Time stands still for me when reading Quinn’s stories. My son nearly missed the school bus a couple of mornings ago, as I had become so enthralled in reading Quinn’s blog posts!
When Quinn made mention of the Australian Aborigines in her post “Dreaming Your Life Awake”, I simply had to mention my Magical Mountain, which I admire daily from the back of my home.
The Aboriginal name for my Magical Mountain is “Wollumbin”. The European name, given to the mountain by Captain James Cook in 1770 is “Mount Warning”.
Looking across sugar cane fields
Regular visitors will no doubt remember my waxing lyrical over the mountain on many occasions. I find myself staring at the mountain regularly, in an almost hypnotic state.
The closer I drive towards the mountain, the stronger I feel the “pull” towards it, as the folds within the rocky face of the mountain and the gigantic trees become clearer and clearer.
The “feel” of Mount Warning is both hypnotic and tranquil. I’m sure that the spirits of the local Aboriginals smile upon those who admire their “Wollumbin”.
Mount Warning from Lyon's Lookout, Murwillumbah
Quinn asked for a list of posts I have written on Mount Warning. I discovered five posts in total, although two of those posts are mostly about landmarks in my area, named by Captain James Cook.
Thank you, Quinn, for giving me the opportunity to show off the beautiful area where I live yet again. I constantly complain about the humidity during the summer months ( sorry, patient readers!) but apart from the heat, we really do have the most magical scenery.
There are quite a few links here to explore, so grab a cuppa, sit back, relax, and explore a part of my world!
This weekend I’ve been having a wonderful time with WordPress, adding here, changing there, reading up on this, that and the other.
I’ve even started up a brand new blog, something that I’ve been contemplating doing for most of this year. Well, yesterday, I finally had all of the details worked out and began to put my thoughts into action.
The end result, (even though this is just the beginning!) is “A Sense of Spirit”. I do hope you will take a look at what I’ve got there so far.
It may or may not be your cup of tea and it can’t hurt to take a look, now can it?
I really like the design and colours in my new website. It feels right for what it is, and for what it is to become, with time.
WordPress is a fantastic site for setting up blogs, both free and self-hosted. I’ve finally got my head around the different WordPress sites too ~
WordPress.org is for the self-hosted blog sites, (where you choose your own domain name and it doesn’t include the word WordPress) an example of where you are now, here at www.HomeLifeOnline.com
There has been many a time when I have been completely stumped by WordPress’s instructions, on how to set all of the aspects of a blog in place. They can, at times, be just downright vague with their information! Still and all, WordPress is my first choice for setting up a blog.
Don’t forget to have a look around at “A Sense of Spirit” and let me know what you think.
Today’s photo credit goes to “Yours Truly”. It was taken many years ago, in our back garden, when we lived in Sydney and is my first two babies. It is one of my favourite photos of them and I have used it today, for my first photo on my first post, at “A Sense of Spirit”.
We all have that little voice inside our heads, urging us to take the path in our lives which “feels right”.
But do we always listen? And if we do listen to our inner voice, do we always, if ever, follow that voice’s advice?
During the years of my childhood I always took my own advice. But as the years progressed I learned to listen to the advice of “others”. You know who the “others” are, they are the adults of the world, people with experience, those who have been around longer than you have, so know what’s “best” for you.
Do they really know what’s best? Or are they simply passing on to the children of the world the advice which they were given as youngsters and they were expected to follow, so they expect you to follow also?
Do they feel it is it their time to receive the respect that they were expected to show to their elders?
Perhaps so, and I’m all for showing respect.
But don’t you think that children are just as entitled to respect as the adults are?
I believe they are.
And just because a child is “young” does not mean that they don’t know what’s going on, or what is right for them. Children have intuition too. In fact, I would go so far as to say that in most cases, a child’s intuition is far superior to an adult’s intuition!
As a child myself, I spent a lot of time “remembering”. I remembered my grandmother, who had died some twenty-five years before my birth, and I remember missing her and longing to see her again.
I remember believing that anything was possible. I could do anything I wanted to do, have anything I wanted to have. All I had to do was go after it!
Those were the days before adult logic told me everything that I couldn’t do. The days when I was asked how I could miss my grandmother, when we had never even met.
The days when my young mind began to be clouded over by “worldly logic”.
But back then, I knew otherwise.
Over time, the adults achieved their goal of making me “sensible”. Teachers in particular and other kids at school would be the first to ridicule anyone with an alternative opinion, back in those days.
As time advanced further, however, my old, familiar friend, “Intuition”, again took a hold of me, guiding me through the greatest moments of my life!
Are you following your own intuition? Or does harsh, cold reality guide your life?
Everyone should do the right thing for their own lives. Just make sure it really is the right thing for you, whatever the situation.
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