Happy Valentine's Day

On THIS LINK you can find more beautiful images and quotes about Love. The link will open in a new window.

Love/Liefde

Please click HERE to read poems about Love.

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A Good Woman

What is love and why is the sky blue?

When transmitted light such as sunlight enters our atmosphere it collides with the oxygen and nitrogen atoms. The color with the shorter wavelength is scattered more by this collision. Because violet and blue are the shortest wavelengths the sky appears to be violet / blue. But because our eyes are more sensitive to blue light than they are violet light, we perceive the sky as blue.

Our eyes contain thousand of rods and cones, which are the receptors for light. Whenever one of the 3 Stooges pokes you in the eye you see a giant blue spot. This is because the blue receptors have been activated. Blue is one of the primary colors and thus more easily activated and seen by our eyes.

Blue is also how I feel when my baby leaves and my hound dog dies. Also, how I feel when the cops pull me over and I see their blue lights flashing in my rear view mirror. Then, again, blue is the color of the K-mart special, so this color isn't all bad.

For more: read HERE ....and for more questions, like....what is love....where does lightning start...

Love

I want to continue my Friday's mood....so here goes...

William Morris was an artist too...on the pic here you can see some of his art...


There is so much going on in this world of us...do we ever stop! and think....think about an ant crossing a road...a caterpillar on a leave...honeybee buzzing on a flower......a bird seeking for crumbs....a newborn calf trying to get up.....newborn kittens struggling their way to their mummy's milk......children with Aids! sleeping hungry, crying for their mums....orphans....are we thinking what difference we can make to other people's lives? Let's start thinking how we can alter our lives to make a change to other people's lives, to bring love, joy and happiness to everybody in the world!

William Morris

Love Is Enough

Love is enough:

though the World be a-waning,

And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,

Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,

Though the hills be held shadows,

and the sea a dark wonder,

And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,

Yet their hands shall not tremble,

their feet shall not falter;

The void shall not weary,

the fear shall not alter

These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

Morris, William

1834—96, English poet, artist, craftsman, designer, social reformer, and printer. He has long been considered one of the great Victorians and has been called the greatest English designer of the 19th cent. Read more about William Morris here.

Friday's mood

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Pink and Love---mood

LOVE

Love, I have a few thoughts about love
And I don’t mind sharing them with you.
Love is the hungry vibration of life for fulfilment
Love is the flight of a bee into the flowers of
Spring
Love is life transcending nature and reason, and going
Towards divinity
Love is a charge that powers the current of life and makes it
Flow from man to man
Love is not a game, or a ploy, or a legal contract.
Love is God walking among men, and demanding their worship

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Love card here

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Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand,

But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay

A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay,

And eek my name be wiped out likewise.

Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:

My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.

HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being an Ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,--

I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!--

and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

~~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~~

I had done this poem in Secondary School and has been my favourite since then!

Love

http://www.allaboutgod.com/love-of-god.htm

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Olifants River....just north of Lydenburg! GREAT FUN!
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All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face,

creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare

National braai day in South Africa....BBQ day!

While I'm in an South African mood....i can just as well be in a love mood! So, watch this space! More to come.....










And....read about the South Africans having a national braai day! That is a national day to have a BBQ! That shows you how important BBQ's in our country are....hahaha....

http://www.braaiday.co.za/