A Star Without A Name

Ursula I Abresch "Fireworks” with kind permission

A Star Without a Name

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.

Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.

So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.

That's how you came here, like a star

without a name.  Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.

~ Rumi

(Mathnawi III, 1284-1288)

 

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Ursula I Abresch is a photographer in the West Kootenays, in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. She was born in Argentina, raised in both Argentina and Chile. She moved to the USA to attend university, and eventually moved permanently to Canada.
Ursula is married. She and her husband have five children. She has a degree in Education with a concentration in Art and History. She now dedicates most of her time to photography.

Share the Joy Thursday: Women in Trees

On Every Leaf of Every Tree

The air around was trembling bright
and full of dancing specks of light
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue
I might not watch, I might not stay
I ran along the meadow way.

The straggling brambles caught my feet
The clover field was, oh! so sweet;
I heard a singing in the sky,
and busy things went buzzing by;
and how it came I cannot tell,
but all the hedges sang as well.

Along the clover field I ran
To where the little wood began,
and there I understood at last
Why I had come so far, so fast
On every leaf of every tree
A Fairy sat and smiled at me!
By Rose Fyleman

 

Note: It gives me great joy to see how closely the natural world resembles the human female form in all its glory.

(Okay, this last one isn’t a fairy, but it was too beautiful to leave out. )

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Share the Joy Thursday: The Story of a Sign

A Blogger friend of mine, Jenny Stevning, had the English version of this film, “The Power of Words” on her blog. I was so moved by it that I searched for the original. It is a film that shows not only the power of words to change human hearts but the power of compassion to change the lives of those who give and those who receive. This, in itself, gives me Great Joy!

The Story of A Sign

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Share the Joy Thursday: The Boy in The Yellow Turban

Jujuba

Only From the Heart Can You Touch The Sky

~Rumi

 

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Share the Joy: Tenderness

Tenderness by Alexander Abramov

 There is no Charm Equal to the Tenderness of the Heart ~Jane Austen

Parent-Child Moment by Dave C.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Victor Hugo

Ducks Igor P. Post by Artemis

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully. ~ Kahlil Gibran

Affection at the End of the Day – post by jujuba

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair but manifestations of strength and resolution ~Kahlil Gibran

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Share the Joy Thursday: You Complete Me

Drawing ~ Post by Trinity

Each and Every day

You have the Chance to Create

A More Complete Self

~ Noelle Renee

~On Her Birthday, December 30, 2010~

For me, this is a  joyful thing to remember on this day in particular.

 

Eva Cassidy “True Colors”

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Sharing the Joy Thursday: Egrets

Little Egrets from Bali ~ Lia Brand Photography

Egrets

Mary Oliver

   
Where the path closed
 down and over,
   through the scumbled leaves,
     fallen branches,
through the knotted catbrier,
  I kept going.  Finally
    I could not
      save my arms
        from thorns; soon
the mosquitoes
  smelled me, hot
    and wounded, and came
      wheeling and whining.
        And that's how I came
to the edge of the pond:
  black and empty
    except for a spindle
      of bleached reeds
at the far shore
  which, as I looked,
    wrinkled suddenly
      into three egrets - - -
a shower
  of white fire!
    Even half-asleep they had
      such faith in the world
that had made them - - -
  tilting through the water,
    unruffled, sure,
      by the laws
of their faith not logic,
  they opened their wings
    softly and stepped
      over every dark thing.

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Share the Joy Thursday: Let’s Just Talk About Whatever Comes Up…

By John Eastcott and Yva Momatiuk - www.nwf.org/News-and-Magazines/National-Wildlife/PhotoZone/Archives/2009/2009-Photo-Contest-Winners.aspx

I was looking for something to share today that made me feel especially joyful. I came upon this image. Enough said, I think. Big, Big Smile……I found this poem to go with it. I hope it makes you smile too.

xoxoxox

Happy Thursday!

 

Giraffe

A giraffe came by the willow tree
Stopped to gaze and talk to me.
For he was very lean and tall
A pillar, a column, a walking wall.
And as he looked down upon my face
His eyes were wide two pools in space,
As they engulfed, the countryside,
The sky above, held me inside -
Their special height and slant of things
Their special view of every thing,
And I could see by looking up
The wealth within his loving cup
That thinks and drinks the sun and sky
And watches us from way up high.
And yet I found it sad to see
That he could never reach down to me
For he was too tall, too much ideal
And I was too small, too much the real.
So, this angular figure, graceful and wise
Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes
Watched the sun rise, then watched it set
Looked down on me and seemed to forget
That I was as much a part of this scene
As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green.
Then the willow tree watching standing near by
Saw the distance between us and started to cry
she bowed down her head touching the ground
And from that day to this,
it's the way she'll be found.

Author Unknown

http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/18247/109.html

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Giraffe Breeding and Birthing Habits":A female giraffe doesn't generally breed before her fifth year. She carries her single baby for 15 months before giving birth while standing, with the young giraffe falling as much as six feet to the ground.
The newborn calf is about 6 feet tall and weighs 80-150 pounds. Within about 20 minutes of birth the young giraffe is able to stand up and it starts nursing within an hour.
A baby giraffe is weaned at 12-15 months of age and becomes fully independent approximately 3-4 months later.

Share the Joy: Swan’s Asana

Swan’s Asana by Denis Masarskiy

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

--Mary Oliver

http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/oliver/online_poems.htm

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Some twenty years ago, I was in Montana at Red Rock Lake, sitting in a little rowboat at midnight with a young man I had just met. I was in my early thirties and more adventurous then. As I recall, he was sweet and very attractive. We decided to go for a late night boating expedition to see what we could see. There was a full moon out that night, hanging low in the evening sky, and suddenly we heard the sound of rushing wings and the koh-koh-koh sound of trumpeting as several bright, beautiful swans flew past the full golden moon. I have never seen anything so exquisite and joyful in my life; they were so free. I have always remembered it. This photo of a swan doing an “asana” reminded me of those amazing and beautiful birds and their flight across the moon over Red Rock Lake, as they serenaded a young woman and man who barely knew each other on a summer night in Montana. If you click on the “koh-koh-koh” you can hear the sound they made! Honest!

Peace and Joy,

Noelle Renee.

Sharing the Joy: May We Be Truly Thankful

For These Gifts of Curiosity

Contentment

 Trust

And Pure Joy

May We Be Truly Grateful! Happy Thanksgiving! May it be a Peaceful and Joyful One for All of You and Your Families.

Blessings And Light,

Noelle Renee.

 

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