tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342635312024-03-14T11:59:49.793+00:00Life, Love & FreedomWe have a choice, choice and freedom is our birthright.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAMStrinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-82936772805315046742012-02-14T00:50:00.008+00:002012-02-14T23:41:43.310+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN5aVV3CCbn7PiJn4Czbnr6vfLkN0zcLU5oLfPIjeY_OUWCtorS_2eOYFf4lnTkwvqOhaw_Ro17oPIyc5KFaxZGFoJJhVKk7qh7fsPd6p3J1SX4xS6s-SWPJ2r-J8oXUL598j/s1600/Joy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 291px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708794566845683826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN5aVV3CCbn7PiJn4Czbnr6vfLkN0zcLU5oLfPIjeY_OUWCtorS_2eOYFf4lnTkwvqOhaw_Ro17oPIyc5KFaxZGFoJJhVKk7qh7fsPd6p3J1SX4xS6s-SWPJ2r-J8oXUL598j/s320/Joy.jpg" /></a>By Marie Moore<br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Bend like a blade of grass in the wind</div><div>Search no more for the answers are within</div><div>Life is a dream through the meadow rue</div><div>The universe dwells inside of you</div><div>Do you know who you really are?</div><div>The moon, the sun and the stars</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-60170277106032776672012-01-04T01:59:00.003+00:002012-01-04T02:18:09.028+00:00its the small things in life ...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6xeOJWNMH-Q8qZuLG10ilv_yVKrsbr0BVHoPQed741u50kp7A7q5LvaU6jcjLPKAYJVnArqRLbIu2RitRVqakjnXjD7Vhw0lZbDC1MmyoUqGNUsVgqenLhB99Ea4D1wkLUEi/s1600/motivational+bundle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6xeOJWNMH-Q8qZuLG10ilv_yVKrsbr0BVHoPQed741u50kp7A7q5LvaU6jcjLPKAYJVnArqRLbIu2RitRVqakjnXjD7Vhw0lZbDC1MmyoUqGNUsVgqenLhB99Ea4D1wkLUEi/s320/motivational+bundle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693590702526900258" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">credit ~ Hilton Powell</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It is the small things in life, the simple things in life that give us immense pleasure.<br />A baby's smile ~ eyes meeting ~ the breeze that gently passes by and kisses your cheek.<br />the first falling of snow ... did you know that every snowflake born is different from the next.<br />How amazing is that.<br /><br />Let us all be strong in this new year ... give sometime to the Great Designer of Life.<br /><br />Quote: It is not death that is the tradgedy of life, it is what you let die while you are alive.<br /><br />(I do believe that is a good lesson for all of us)<br /><br /><br /></div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-64184104695598893042012-01-01T21:47:00.003+00:002012-01-01T21:55:17.045+00:00Tis the New Year ... 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OzZLA6aZP5DtQKrxc4FCgEXbMvEdXMS8MrDv4pSQYz4sqj1sUqVdnpkprgNXEQpBl93DRMiSt_ldb1df1JMXwR84eJ5IaSq3MkTDoUYWoQ3BalTBeAfQjFgbzdJtCDSSpaRE/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692785320308611842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OzZLA6aZP5DtQKrxc4FCgEXbMvEdXMS8MrDv4pSQYz4sqj1sUqVdnpkprgNXEQpBl93DRMiSt_ldb1df1JMXwR84eJ5IaSq3MkTDoUYWoQ3BalTBeAfQjFgbzdJtCDSSpaRE/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">How the years pass you by</div><div align="center">Within the twinkle of your eye</div><div align="center">Imagine the wonder of your intricate mind</div><div align="center">Storing all memories inside for you to find</div><div align="center">Dear friends that have gone to pastures new</div><div align="center">Friends that you loved and once knew</div><div align="center">Parting of those you met and shared with care</div><div align="center">No longer are their heartbeats there</div><div align="center">We can command a moment in our lives to appear</div><div align="center">Fleeting through the whirlwind passage and then dissappear</div><div align="center">Wondering where you all are</div><div align="center">Those near and in the mirage of afar</div><div align="center">Perhaps we shall meet in barley fields</div><div align="center">Yellow mellow flowing love yields</div><div align="center">Whispers dance upon the wind</div><div align="center">Birds of song will still sing</div><div align="center">Tis a new year and life will go on.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div>quotes: “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” ― <a href="http://trinitystar-innerstillness.blogspot.com/author/show/3503.Maya_Angelou">Maya Angelou</a></div><div> </div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-80542609171537508762011-06-02T07:58:00.003+01:002011-06-02T08:13:29.999+01:00The world today<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61hu2SZYB3xbB_9z3DAMNZWdoIQzzlRnzRKEc5gm05Gc7pkLB3cYGt_UGufd6dFddW-3SiF3yTfPhBH-DrBkxfQzECdfKhEDz_dgxj8IjBXYP3JnE_xoivJFVW68SmefFC5yy/s1600/chinese.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613516273176272882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61hu2SZYB3xbB_9z3DAMNZWdoIQzzlRnzRKEc5gm05Gc7pkLB3cYGt_UGufd6dFddW-3SiF3yTfPhBH-DrBkxfQzECdfKhEDz_dgxj8IjBXYP3JnE_xoivJFVW68SmefFC5yy/s320/chinese.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Digital art by Trinitystar<br /></span>What is happening in our world today, too much focus on the materialistic world which causes so much greed. I ask myself ... how much is enough.<br /><br /><br />Are we not able to be contented with that what we have ... than that we do not have.<br /><br /><br />It seems to me that it all has got out of hand. Let us stop, and be stilled and find that which is more prescious, Life. Life itself, embrace the now and share with others, love, caring and kindness. These are the things that will make our lives richer and fuller.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />It Is Madness<br />It is madness if one interrupts one’s true reality to immerse oneself into the pleasures of the material world and dwell in fruitless amusements.<br />There are those lost in mass hypnotic states leaving them with a false sense of security. Unknowingly they do so. Follow like regimental sheep upon the marred and well trodden path.<br />Yet, in one’s own madness one chooses to walk leafy tree lined avenues. The simple act of sharing a seat with a beggar who has a similar pastime of pondering; and the delights of silently observing the world as it hurry’s sadly, madly by.<br />One would rather gaze upon the simple artist as his eye creates a scene of visionary beauty or listen to the great masters of music playing each note expressing love from within<br />It is insane<br />To say there is no time to stop and stare or any time to become aware. You have made divisions in your long sleep. You have tried to conquer life. And in your ignorance you have conquered nothing. Thus, in your increasing ignorance you have created further obstacles to enrich your sad and lonely life.<br />Yet, in my wisdom I believe there is hope for all. To awake blurry eyed from that what they thought was to this what the new and exciting world is now.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-31990221036368313512011-05-28T01:37:00.003+01:002011-05-28T01:50:17.214+01:00There is a certain time<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQPt88ZvQCzSV22Xx_Gf_SHLwlefSMvA_Ur3Tg6EKoix2LUIud0FyAkoFnisTtu2I1ol5RtgmwVUVNzriDPzWC1a2hDJT7muG0xnnziWJsH-nurADg4SmzIJHPLJ4L6zR4mZt/s1600/beauty+at+its+best.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611561293450965922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQPt88ZvQCzSV22Xx_Gf_SHLwlefSMvA_Ur3Tg6EKoix2LUIud0FyAkoFnisTtu2I1ol5RtgmwVUVNzriDPzWC1a2hDJT7muG0xnnziWJsH-nurADg4SmzIJHPLJ4L6zR4mZt/s320/beauty+at+its+best.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> By Marie Moore<br /><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">“Kindness is more important than wisdom, and the recognition of this is the beginning of wisdom"</span></strong><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Theodore Isaac Rubin</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Its funny how, we do not forget people we may not come often. Somewhere within our blogs we have all connected, we have been touched by words ... it's lovely!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope my absences will be shorter.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Keep well everyone.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-18603950737834446122010-10-17T00:58:00.005+01:002010-10-17T01:19:55.082+01:00Hermosa isla de Tenerife<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JCnuTPWB3o1VayIzzBl4Xy-CVMYNLXKgPEz0S6OUtU2656xpQjq8nQQoCDDgc0gV2UKCVoIPEQ9Gx0c-p4ER1gTvA6LyEur2zeHrtsiq3n9_YJVKVpAOdtSrgihlnqyURvvT/s1600/set+of+sunsets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528801092922446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JCnuTPWB3o1VayIzzBl4Xy-CVMYNLXKgPEz0S6OUtU2656xpQjq8nQQoCDDgc0gV2UKCVoIPEQ9Gx0c-p4ER1gTvA6LyEur2zeHrtsiq3n9_YJVKVpAOdtSrgihlnqyURvvT/s320/set+of+sunsets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sunsets that were so beautiful as they unfold</div><br /><div align="center">Streaking Crimsons and yellowy golds</div><br /><div align="center">The black velvet sky of the night</div><br /><div align="center">Sparkling stars, exciting and bright</div><br /><div align="center">Warm air kissing your skin</div><br /><div align="center">Ripples of love from within</div><br /><div align="center">Staring up and into the universe</div><br /><div align="center">Intrepid travellers traverse</div><br /><div align="center">Sounds of the ocean moving to and fro</div><br /><div align="center">Under the moonlights silver glow</div><br /><div align="center">Dreaming of walking on the sands</div><br /><div align="center">Back home now in another land.</div><br /><br />Quotes:<br /><br /><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/there-are-no-extra-pieces-in-the-universe/348110.html" sb_id="ms__id1452">There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.</a>”<br /> <a class="sqc" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/sent-by/straykitty/" sb_id="ms__id1457">straykitty</a><br /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/deepak_chopra/" sb_id="ms__id1460">Deepak Chopra quotes</a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-54191718400529668002010-09-15T22:17:00.006+01:002010-09-15T22:34:34.955+01:00Inspired by Mystic Rose<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2AIAtl_kacawweY1GWYSMNwBb3V3gk9fv-mt8b6aXLOwCkb0uTz83zyYCbfRm2FrnPQupHNSlTtJgLqHosl1_9J7xzuKoUF1cd-fJPoMq_5bSRRqF-eQMwhyWO4ALawwiK5T/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517256177911806850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2AIAtl_kacawweY1GWYSMNwBb3V3gk9fv-mt8b6aXLOwCkb0uTz83zyYCbfRm2FrnPQupHNSlTtJgLqHosl1_9J7xzuKoUF1cd-fJPoMq_5bSRRqF-eQMwhyWO4ALawwiK5T/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Flower and the Bumble Bee - Unconditional Love</div><div align="center">The intoxicated Bumble Bee</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I'm posting this ... inspired by Mystic Rose</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Something that has been in my email.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">About friendship and its depths.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I hope that you all like it. Not sure who it is by.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Let's see if you send it back. We all know or knew someone like this!!<br />One day, when I was a freshman in high school,<br /><br />I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.<br /><br />His name was Kyle.<br /><br />It looked like he was carrying all of his books.<br /><br />I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?<br /><br />He must really be a nerd.'<br /><br />I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.<br /><br />As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.<br /><br />They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.<br />His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him..<br />He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes<br />My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.<br />As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'<br /><br />They really should get lives.<br />' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'<br />There was a big smile on his face.<br />It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.<br />I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.<br />As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.<br />He said he had gone to private school before now.<br />I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.<br />We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.<br />He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.<br />I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends<br />He said yes..<br />We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.<br />Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.<br />I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!<br />' He just laughed and handed me half the books.<br />Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..<br />When we were seniors we began to think about college.<br />Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.<br />I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never<br />be a problem.<br />He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship..<br />Kyle was valedictorian of our class.<br />I teased him all the time about being a nerd..<br />He had to prepare a speech for graduation.<br />I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak<br />Graduation day, I saw Kyle.<br />He looked great.<br />He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.<br />He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.<br />He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.<br />Boy, sometimes I was jealous!<br />Today was one of those days.<br />I could see that he was nervous about his speech.<br />So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'<br />He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.<br />' Thanks,' he said.<br />As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began<br />'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.<br />Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...<br />I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.<br />I am going to tell you a story.'<br />I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.<br />He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.<br />He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.<br />He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.<br />'Thankfully, I was saved.<br />My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..'<br />I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.<br />I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.<br />Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.<br />Never underestimate the power of your actions..<br />With one small gesture you can change a person's life.<br />For better or for worse.<br />God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.<br />Look for God in others. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Quote:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">“</span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/to_the_world_you_may_be_just_one_person-but_to/189999.html"><span style="color:#33ffff;">To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.</span></a><span style="color:#33ffff;">”<br /></span><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/brandi_snyder/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Brandi Snyder quotes</span></a></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-15896000069884611712010-09-04T17:45:00.004+01:002010-09-04T17:54:51.426+01:00Something to ponder on.<span style="font-size:180%;">Fame or self;</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Which matters more?</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Self or wealth;</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Which is more precious?</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Gain or loss;</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Which is more painful?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Extract from Tao Te Ching</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">These words left me pondering ... in this world it is all about striving to be ... when there is no need for we are Be ing. Self is more important.</span></strong>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-25209538252504380192010-08-30T20:23:00.007+01:002010-08-30T21:30:32.097+01:00Fear is our Limitations<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aFSq9U-I2FzCbfPNQ_0ZHlnkUu124lgor0nzwJeX9vI82Jq6BefOscbBrMzDi4aYRbi3_PgVtYGmoHnTQ0JV8QVSeAQ6-ELV6z8S1gEVWOgv6v2abjuK9f8pKtP20LBRgIv3/s1600/squares+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511287966154474386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aFSq9U-I2FzCbfPNQ_0ZHlnkUu124lgor0nzwJeX9vI82Jq6BefOscbBrMzDi4aYRbi3_PgVtYGmoHnTQ0JV8QVSeAQ6-ELV6z8S1gEVWOgv6v2abjuK9f8pKtP20LBRgIv3/s320/squares+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="color:#ffff00;">Digital art by Marie Moore<br /></span></span><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">You have to choose</span> </strong>what you want to do<br />Then put this into action.<br /><br />The choice has to be there, something stirs within and you can feel it.<br /><br /><br /><br />I love that feeling, and you just know it is right, and you just know that Being is there with you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Have you ever dreamnt it and then done it. Watch it unfold in the physical world.<br /><br /><br /><br />We are all wonderful beings ... but we limit ourselves through our own fear.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Fear is our Limitation</strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.<br /><a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Michael_Pritchard/">Michael Pritchard</a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">from the Quotations Page</span></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-90137587244774605352010-08-19T11:26:00.006+01:002010-08-19T12:14:46.340+01:00Stand on my Soapbox day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WdKIRv8VsOZuaq_TDYMoceM0spnneauUZ7m-X8QWsrzqpnAha4xJeJdzHyrluSF6Co2eoohllV-1OwHzdoQdeaeE5_HlWrdBDbqeG8YzSXxnY-aNzcI-7gqJUVr1fPIK_G9J/s1600/reflection+on+lake+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507072714419263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WdKIRv8VsOZuaq_TDYMoceM0spnneauUZ7m-X8QWsrzqpnAha4xJeJdzHyrluSF6Co2eoohllV-1OwHzdoQdeaeE5_HlWrdBDbqeG8YzSXxnY-aNzcI-7gqJUVr1fPIK_G9J/s320/reflection+on+lake+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://sharecompassion.blogspot.com"><img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c111/Empathy2/ShareCompassionBanner2.jpg"></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br />God still gives us the sunshine for free, and the apples, and this land that we walk on, and the air, but there are those that want to sell you these things.<br />Why?<br />There are those that play God with our lives and our crops. Why?<br />Why is it that people still think they can fight fire with fire as in wars. Why?<br />The hungry people of the world, when there is stashes of food and grains going to waste. Why?<br /><br />The answer is pure Greed and Power.<br /><br />Our world could be made better if we all found compassion to help our fellow men, and to find the solutions for the problems.<br /><br />Quote: "Impossible only means that you haven't found the solution yet.”<br /><br />Importance of caring<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Necessaries — food, clothing, shelter, medical attention, basic education</strong></span>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-67095828966219463302010-08-18T12:28:00.005+01:002010-08-18T13:03:09.866+01:00All that goes on outside of you<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKefecXWNiz2NV-H4hVThXsd7MV_54QqzXAmrszv6bFnnVKDkf9oheEUXatnqmgwPMO90c_LD92l-5wsiZnz1y3iJX2eIBMHfD3oRFsPS0QryE9CG_wwhtjnYcYR9ndAI0snV2/s1600/sepia+macy+and+fairy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKefecXWNiz2NV-H4hVThXsd7MV_54QqzXAmrszv6bFnnVKDkf9oheEUXatnqmgwPMO90c_LD92l-5wsiZnz1y3iJX2eIBMHfD3oRFsPS0QryE9CG_wwhtjnYcYR9ndAI0snV2/s320/sepia+macy+and+fairy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506713129419940498" /></a><br />Copyright Marie Moore<br />A fairy came visiting<br /><br />ALWAYS BELIEVE IN THE UNBELIEVABLE.<br />I have found that over the past year my visits here have been less frequent.<br />It is awful, for this is what I love doing, being creative ... learning about people.<br />All that goes on outside of you tends to take over, and one leaves no time for self.<br />Self is very important, for if the self is happy and in good health then all that is around you can be tackled with ease.<br />Sometimes I think we shroud ourselves, and one cannot see clearly, solutions are blocked out.<br />Look to the inner source, look to God and whispers your fears to Him. The solutions will come, maybe not in the way we hope, but in the way which is right and fitting for us.<br />I hope that I can continue to come back to this place of meeting with others.<br />Hugs for you <br />trinitytrinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-75303149777580980062009-09-15T10:39:00.002+01:002009-09-16T10:11:37.969+01:00Time for Self ... Time for Being<div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Leisure</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>William Henry Davies<br />What is this life if, full of care,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>We have no time to stand and stare.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>No time to stand beneath the boughs</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>And stare as long as sheep or cows.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>No time to see, when woods we pass,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>No time to see, in broad daylight,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Streams full of stars, like skies at night</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>No time to turn at Beauty's glance,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>And watch her feet, how they can dance.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>No time to wait till her mouth can</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Enrich that smile her eyes began.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>A poor life this if, full of care,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>We have no time to stand and stare</strong></span>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Are you giving yourself time? Do you have to rush? ... Stop and notice the beauty all around you.</div><br /><div align="left">Stop reading the newspapers ... give your money to charity ... chillout ... take up a hobby </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Quotes:If you want to be happy, be. ~Leo TolstoyHappiness is never stopping to think if you are. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">~Palmer SondrealMost people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">~Robert AnthonyThe best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">~Mark TwainIf only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">~Edith Wharton Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place. But there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-1881554820240348372009-09-01T16:12:00.002+01:002009-09-16T10:12:21.700+01:00Who are we?<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Do we know who we are?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Do we know where we are going?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Do we know our purpose in Life?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-74790947009503421322009-08-26T19:39:00.003+01:002009-08-27T01:25:29.694+01:00Gosh! almost 6 months no see<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSukbG4mFuCFDEdZ5zPFqhyphenhyphenzmKpk_WncZZ3Cc8W6Aby2VXyF6nrTIrMu_mc-KFFNgvhY18tMbtPAlzOAyfdW1uNbpYKYjQX-McjMm4cIViqq2sYgG_M7AVYcBzLjsIWtykQ-o/s1600-h/The+Mystics+Heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374429568020925330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSukbG4mFuCFDEdZ5zPFqhyphenhyphenzmKpk_WncZZ3Cc8W6Aby2VXyF6nrTIrMu_mc-KFFNgvhY18tMbtPAlzOAyfdW1uNbpYKYjQX-McjMm4cIViqq2sYgG_M7AVYcBzLjsIWtykQ-o/s320/The+Mystics+Heart.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">Created by Marie Moore (trinitystar) Titled The Mystics Heart</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiKnSbgSQkXdVWT3hBIv-52EFk_ZkJSmmpYuPeS45orvYQmGg7432oP0x3ueI2CY3KLt8gRcryoRvmLMcM7joIppoWqJekIihc3Kd90M5S2Vu-4VIKOYTqG2EZybnGLb-K7ao/s1600-h/Angels.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374428572990748386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiKnSbgSQkXdVWT3hBIv-52EFk_ZkJSmmpYuPeS45orvYQmGg7432oP0x3ueI2CY3KLt8gRcryoRvmLMcM7joIppoWqJekIihc3Kd90M5S2Vu-4VIKOYTqG2EZybnGLb-K7ao/s320/Angels.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Created by Marie Moore trinitystar Titled Angels</strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></p><br /><div align="left"><br /></div></span><br /><div align="left">Gosh Folks!<br /><br />Not realised I had not been here since February.<br />I have been so absorbed in images and writing blogs seemed to of drifted down to the bottom of the pile. I thinks it's time just to take pen in hand once again.<br /><br />I see Don and Floots seem to be doing everything ... I don't know how they do it. Wonder men.<br />Thanks to anyone that has been popping in.<br />Its time to attempt to read some your works.<br /><br />Hugs for you all.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The Mystic's heart is filled with Love for all</div><div align="left">He will lend his hand to you upon the path if you fall</div><div align="left">His work is never ever complete nor done</div><div align="left">The Mystic always has time for His Wizardry fun</div><div align="left"><div align="left">He teaches you to love all your brothers</div></div><div align="left">The true Mystic teaches of God's Love and no other.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Extract of Mystic's in Love</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The true mystic will never be understood, and those honoured as saints were likely, then and now, to be remembered more for what they accomplished (or for what their intercession is thought to obtain for their devotees!) than for their mysterious and often troubling focus on the divine. Many a mystic, Francis of Assisi being a prime example, is gifted in expression, yet the fullness of their union with God leaves us puzzled. Total unity goes beyond the senses and the intellect, and the greatest of poets is rendered silent by the inability to fully share the inexpressible.<br />Christian mysticism sees growth in spirituality as involving an ever deepening, personal relationship with God. The mystic, whose longing for a total bond with the Beloved, is not seeking nothingness, nor to “find the God within.” His Lover is also a Person, albeit one Divine. Since true contemplation is a gift of grace from God Himself, the mystic remains fully (and, perhaps, anxiously) aware that his own accomplishments and efforts cannot attain this union. </div><div align="left"> </div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-3892797937019315202009-02-14T08:12:00.003+00:002009-02-15T16:59:07.920+00:00Love<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Lend me your heart for awhile<br />And the warmth of your smile<br />As I whisper softly in your ear<br />You are my strength that takes away the fear<br />You are like the sun to me that brightens up my day<br />You give hope and understanding in every way<br />You are my heart beat that ticks every hour<br />You are that beautiful raindrop upon the softness of a flower<br />In my darkest moments you are the moon that gives me light<br />You are that eagle that takes me soaring high in flight<br />When you kiss me you fill me with desire<br />You rekindle love within me and light my fire<br />Your smile and honest words of encouragement<br />Gives me that feeling that you are heaven sent<br />.<br /></em></strong></span><div align="center"></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-78386057925997926962009-02-10T18:19:00.008+00:002009-02-10T21:17:33.983+00:00A relfection of Love<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicm_kguxsWd6IZMm4QQgQRG4darC317AFCPbHLRXPbGsJRqVznZtv4UDJlByxus5HSVizc6vDEw4A_fAqGZyCXTAZZkWSnztbiiJ0YdEOiHCRB112zQLn1WDD5puYy_ZCocezA/s1600-h/reflections+of+huddersfiels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301241227872235474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicm_kguxsWd6IZMm4QQgQRG4darC317AFCPbHLRXPbGsJRqVznZtv4UDJlByxus5HSVizc6vDEw4A_fAqGZyCXTAZZkWSnztbiiJ0YdEOiHCRB112zQLn1WDD5puYy_ZCocezA/s320/reflections+of+huddersfiels.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> I stood and gazed at this beautiful reflection</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>A breath taking vista with divine connection</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>It reached the depths of my bewildering soul</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>And I longed to gently touch you my Love</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>The compassionate one, with a heart of gold</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>cloaked in kindness a wonderful gentle soul</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I pondered if you could hear the whispers of my heart </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>You an angel whom the Gods sent here</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>A radiant light that brushed away my fear</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I love you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-83372477598260672902009-02-08T09:18:00.007+00:002009-02-08T11:38:52.330+00:00Soul Lovers<div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3Y3-mUNeIjJ_ed3UIFz5uN4naihXjjOyZc3M3XuuxIs4qrTFIZh4t0kVYmb3ZauBZ69m7mIdGNhs2D0NNXM0BopDqJkYpFOEVu8rmA1OoEJDRQrnjRkKMRCVsctrWBUXaKUL/s1600-h/IMG_2575.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300354202836396482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3Y3-mUNeIjJ_ed3UIFz5uN4naihXjjOyZc3M3XuuxIs4qrTFIZh4t0kVYmb3ZauBZ69m7mIdGNhs2D0NNXM0BopDqJkYpFOEVu8rmA1OoEJDRQrnjRkKMRCVsctrWBUXaKUL/s320/IMG_2575.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>Photograph by trinitystar</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Two Spirits<br /></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">shared silence</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and the</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dance of Love</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">infinitly frozen in time</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">they carved</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">One Heart</span></strong></p></div><br /><p align="left">quotes:</p><br /><p align="left"><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/music_fills_the_infinite_between_two/165708.html">Music fills the infinite between two souls</a>”</p><br /><p align="left">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_optimist_lives_on_the_peninsula_of_infinite/330097.html">The optimist lives on the peninsula of infinite possibilities; the pessimist is stranded on the island of perpetual indecision.</a>”</p><br /><p align="left">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/if_a_thing_loves-it_is/183024.html">If a thing loves, it is infinite.</a>” William Blake</p><br /><p align="left">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/music_is_well_said_to_be_the_speech_of_angels-in/149805.html">Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.</a>”</p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"></p>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-78043795154266183412009-02-06T22:41:00.004+00:002009-02-07T10:28:59.779+00:00At the end of the day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QybiQxubFWmBWJKBpvjCwUo84V-myXbJzjcU1CRYLnwEvbANjeNMNM44XIzsj6UsCo0L6GdwItR1QhJSTtdnndOrCbZ9aUN9ldER6FoGa1UgjjTBPw5SVAzheXSOlupNncjT/s1600-h/deeper+orange+sky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299819105001658994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QybiQxubFWmBWJKBpvjCwUo84V-myXbJzjcU1CRYLnwEvbANjeNMNM44XIzsj6UsCo0L6GdwItR1QhJSTtdnndOrCbZ9aUN9ldER6FoGa1UgjjTBPw5SVAzheXSOlupNncjT/s320/deeper+orange+sky.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Photograph by trinitystar<br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">At the end of the day</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes its unwillingness to surrender</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Crimson warmth stretches across the expanse of the sky</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The sun bursts forth its final encore</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bowing majestically upon the horizons door </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">A horizon filled with hope</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The curtain of darkness gradually falls</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Like a black cloak flowing in the evening breeze</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Heaven is the blanket that covers the dreaming soul</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Until dawn breaks</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">And we awake</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Quotes</span></p><p align="left"><br />“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/dusk-is_just_an_illusion-because_the_sun_is/9627.html">Dusk, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering to be always together, yet forever apart?</a>”<br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></p></span><br />“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/no_matter_how_dark_the_night-somehow_the_sun/254536.html">No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away</a>”<br /><a class="sqc" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/sent-by/ponyboy/">PonyBoy</a><br /><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/david_matthew_click/">David Matthew </a><br /><br />PS. I kind of made a reset to the blog and unfortunately I have lost the sidebar links to your blogs. And I am not sure how to use the new template. If I am missing you out ... you know why. If anyone can make a suggestion on how to retrieve them or how to make a new sidebar link. Ive tried everyway and it doesnt seem to be happening.trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-50422643157861731402009-02-05T11:03:00.005+00:002009-02-05T15:50:26.825+00:00Images of Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfC7JbXyeMPMuXphIkgFBQyt6PelB7iY9B_75CU2xx8YW5UXHpAq15EfsS9LoEa_ntPSSV4_Kw6YZmAmqoDi62J6FH6EVYyh9nchPBaYGHaCMGO3sR8ZVxXqdwRVtfPmU0vvsm/s1600-h/motion+wave+ecstasy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299269864983653330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfC7JbXyeMPMuXphIkgFBQyt6PelB7iY9B_75CU2xx8YW5UXHpAq15EfsS9LoEa_ntPSSV4_Kw6YZmAmqoDi62J6FH6EVYyh9nchPBaYGHaCMGO3sR8ZVxXqdwRVtfPmU0vvsm/s320/motion+wave+ecstasy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Beauty in Motion by trinitystar<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpaJFYXQBaBd5e7rwuC3RHZ1tFv59uRDlgW6OMcLqz-nf3NaOBkgCVqJ6W3us2CME-KovH_OZaAJInQGP5y_MbQTZXrAMsMsG0SF1JWVldDOsKp-NO3PrJYFRNGSJf2OfJSDv/s1600-h/misc+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299269863294494306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSpaJFYXQBaBd5e7rwuC3RHZ1tFv59uRDlgW6OMcLqz-nf3NaOBkgCVqJ6W3us2CME-KovH_OZaAJInQGP5y_MbQTZXrAMsMsG0SF1JWVldDOsKp-NO3PrJYFRNGSJf2OfJSDv/s320/misc+097.jpg" border="0" /></a> Reflecting in silence by trinitystar<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN_LUh9C9DmLcCUEi8DRgyLibu3Hu7Tq9hM5rTtuwOXuxLwTxbak8UnmRRn3Rh50X4Y6FXZqALjumkssy6Z16kvChZF9wTYQACqw20f2KhY3VHqPstP54R3a7PWCnK2cgudqt/s1600-h/olympic+arena.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299267743919267986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN_LUh9C9DmLcCUEi8DRgyLibu3Hu7Tq9hM5rTtuwOXuxLwTxbak8UnmRRn3Rh50X4Y6FXZqALjumkssy6Z16kvChZF9wTYQACqw20f2KhY3VHqPstP54R3a7PWCnK2cgudqt/s320/olympic+arena.bmp" border="0" /></a> Olympia by trinitystar<br /></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaR2X0kJ1LFEc539iOt7bmeIGAkYBmdFHkEYw6ejTR4yx3LJtd_kM_-ewSinl_usX6t_BS3souUT-ErXNgEN04AKkhjq9PycB6BCqfVjfeK_aLNaIvRT-KOwbckHrucrYf98Ro/s1600-h/complexity.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299267740646947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaR2X0kJ1LFEc539iOt7bmeIGAkYBmdFHkEYw6ejTR4yx3LJtd_kM_-ewSinl_usX6t_BS3souUT-ErXNgEN04AKkhjq9PycB6BCqfVjfeK_aLNaIvRT-KOwbckHrucrYf98Ro/s320/complexity.bmp" border="0" /></a> Complexity by trinitystar<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqquxb2n4k0PRo1r9JJuro2C97SXr3EFdVzPWHQaj6WQkAEWKlJ9twKRu-Gyfael4Wlk2yE1F8pjfsgBHkSLSAaeaUlj3v4LG1zRuGoZhwYH_NA-NOxhmmnzQ08NSHvAYXKyAE/s1600-h/Spiritual+Ship+of+Life.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299267740194094082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqquxb2n4k0PRo1r9JJuro2C97SXr3EFdVzPWHQaj6WQkAEWKlJ9twKRu-Gyfael4Wlk2yE1F8pjfsgBHkSLSAaeaUlj3v4LG1zRuGoZhwYH_NA-NOxhmmnzQ08NSHvAYXKyAE/s320/Spiritual+Ship+of+Life.jpg" border="0" /></a> Spiritual Boat by trinitystar </div><div><br /> </div><div align="center">At times we do need to reflect on the motion of Beauty</div><div align="center">For Beauty flows in harmony with mind, body and soul to keep them free</div><div align="center">Find moments to be still on the path of your life</div><div align="center"><div align="center">Because sometimes you become lost in the complexities and bitter strife </div></div><div align="center">Listen to the inner voice that beckons you to experience the infinite pond </div><div align="center">Life is a gentle whisper, a breath; a kiss of love upon the breeze and beyond</div><div align="left"><br />quotes:</div><div align="left"><br /> “<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/but_what_is_happiness_except_the_simple_harmony/220979.html">But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?</a>”<br /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/albert_camus/">Albert Camus </a></div><div align="left"><br /><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/pleasure_is_nature-s_test-her_sign_of_approval/294387.html">Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment.</a>”<br /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/oscar_wilde/">Oscar Wilde </a></div><div align="left"><br /> “<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/finite_to_fail-but_infinite_to_venture/146227.html">Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.</a>”<br /> <a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/emily_dickinson/">Emily Dickinson quotes</a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"> </div><div></div></div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-1342218362455673882009-01-08T10:27:00.007+00:002009-01-08T12:58:26.580+00:00Your Homeless Brothers and Sisters<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23bxaqQRSk9G8TfJocQn9DVY1VRjy-qe9vol59naFd7RECDwV-I-mNEYstiqJV1oU2yH_p2p_4GyLhWMyLaoBOlTDWWs_wmxuASUNl8G0FQ8I_HvV3ILYmKLoPlGv8sK1nDJv/s1600-h/beggar+prague.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288879438013986610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23bxaqQRSk9G8TfJocQn9DVY1VRjy-qe9vol59naFd7RECDwV-I-mNEYstiqJV1oU2yH_p2p_4GyLhWMyLaoBOlTDWWs_wmxuASUNl8G0FQ8I_HvV3ILYmKLoPlGv8sK1nDJv/s320/beggar+prague.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Photograped by trinitystar</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><br />Can you imagine being out on the streets in these freezing temperatures?<br />People that are homeless are in a 'catch 22', no money, no food, no roof over their head, no hope.</div><div align="left">Homeless people are treated like dirt, untouchables.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Perhaps who knows some of them are angels in disguise, could you help an angel? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Why people are homeless. people become homeless because :-</div><div align="justify"> <strong>These include loss of employment, divorce, long-term illness. Others include domestic violence, substance abuse, institutional discharge and many other factors that make it difficult, if not impossible, for people to pay rent or make mortgage payments.<br /><br /></strong>Homeless people do not choose to live on the street, they are forced to live on the street because there are no options for them. If they do not have an address they cannot receive money. If they do not have an address they cannot have a job. <br /><br />In these financial and economic crisis that are looming over us at the moment we may find that there will be others that will fall into the catergory of being homeless. Governments and councils <span style="color:#66ffff;"><em><strong>should not spend the tax payers money on frivilous things.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><br />Homeless people do not choose to be on the streets subject to everyone's beliefs. Would you choose to sleep on the street in the conditions they do. Can you imagine your child sleeping rough or any of your family.<br /><br />We all have a choice to do the thing that feels good for the soul.<br /><br />I would love to hear from anyone that has any ideas of Solutions to solve any of the Worlds problems.<br /><br />Keep the comments going ... any ideas that you have seen please send me the links.<br /><br />Quotes.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>“We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.”<br />Mother Teresa of Calcutta<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">“If Americans ever allow banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children will wake up homeless</span>”<br /><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/thomas_jefferson/">Thomas Jefferson </a><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>You can spend the money on new housing for poor people and the homeless, or you can spend it on a football stadium or a golf course. Jello Biafra<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#33ff33;">When I was living in New York and didn't have a penny to my name, I would walk around the streets and occasionally I would see an alcove or something. And I'd think, that'll be good, that'll be a good spot for me when I'm homeless. Larry David</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></em><br /><br />“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/too_often_we_underestimate_the_power_of_a_touch-a/213531.html">Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.</a>”<br /><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/leo_f._buscaglia/">Leo F. Buscaglia </a><br /><br /><br />“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_feel_the_capacity_to_care_is_the_thing_which/152729.html">I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.</a>”<br /><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/pablo_casals/">Pablo Casals quotes</a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH HOMELESS PEOPLE IN YOUR AREA?</div><div align="left">SOLUTIONS! SOLUTIONS!</div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-81430548300236325822009-01-01T00:54:00.000+00:002009-01-01T00:55:47.328+00:00Happy New Year!<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"><img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/860/860501ttd15g152v.gif" width=417 height=283 border=0></a><br><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target=_blank>glitter-graphics.com</a>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-79512428312881843612008-12-23T00:50:00.005+00:002008-12-23T01:19:49.743+00:00Merry Christmas to you All.<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"><img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/585/585704vohzfiasuy.gif" width=480 height=360 border=0></a><br><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target=_blank>glitter-graphics.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBi_omqDZHk35rnm_wOYy8Nb_76ENCEBt9EceXWWNnUMWclMIiNhEpA23qk1r8hhJg1z8cQ6jPML7Et8PsQ9SbbGRQ02hTr96ghiZLHN9Is4fPFhurZtqKI2Im3ZSmbkoMqI6/s1600-h/Beauty+of+purple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282782795319292146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBi_omqDZHk35rnm_wOYy8Nb_76ENCEBt9EceXWWNnUMWclMIiNhEpA23qk1r8hhJg1z8cQ6jPML7Et8PsQ9SbbGRQ02hTr96ghiZLHN9Is4fPFhurZtqKI2Im3ZSmbkoMqI6/s320/Beauty+of+purple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQ33j4VV_Z92ZaloCMs00YvCDgRkIg63WtjIvdtc9vQEl_4WhP9YbjMSzABR2FCQVMeQmLid94azUrDtDc-IPww8ovasl4VJc3c7vjZ9K_wkZmTifhIxvtmSvXqglmmQ4pRed/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282782789975048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQ33j4VV_Z92ZaloCMs00YvCDgRkIg63WtjIvdtc9vQEl_4WhP9YbjMSzABR2FCQVMeQmLid94azUrDtDc-IPww8ovasl4VJc3c7vjZ9K_wkZmTifhIxvtmSvXqglmmQ4pRed/s320/christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaDJqTZCT0rp46IMYDv7pgnRZjvQl0l7DciATvCz6WP3sBlDWZvEA2WmpC2AakY0MZocInDXlrBh7A4G2ZlNoQKKsiaUgfLHWWbG_KlOUtJ58kVEg0CHUhyphenhyphenadKl8PDzoiUu8k/s1600-h/Angels+Crown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282782788331228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaDJqTZCT0rp46IMYDv7pgnRZjvQl0l7DciATvCz6WP3sBlDWZvEA2WmpC2AakY0MZocInDXlrBh7A4G2ZlNoQKKsiaUgfLHWWbG_KlOUtJ58kVEg0CHUhyphenhyphenadKl8PDzoiUu8k/s320/Angels+Crown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Some of my digital images that I have been working on.</div><div></div><div>I love the colours that I have achieved in these three images.</div><div></div><div>1) Purple Orbit.</div><div>2) Cosmic Christmas Tree</div><div>3) Angels Crown </div><div></div><div>If one can create beauty like this when one focuses for a moment. Can you imagine what could be achieved ... the boundless possibilities when you are open to God's Love.</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Quotes</em></strong></span></div><div><br />“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/ordinary_riches_can_be_stolen-real_riches_cannot/153811.html">Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.</a>”<br /><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/oscar_wilde/">Oscar Wilde quotes</a></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-21353800649255377522008-12-21T17:34:00.001+00:002008-12-21T17:37:23.885+00:00Keep Caring<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> “</strong></span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/in_the_silence_of_night_i_have_often_wished_for/211828.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>”<br /> </strong></span><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/judy_garland/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Judy Garland quotes</strong></span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em> “</em></strong></span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/too_often_we_underestimate_the_power_of_a_touch-a/213531.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.</em></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>”<br /> </em></strong></span><a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/leo_f._buscaglia/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Leo F. Buscaglia quotes</em></strong></span></a>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-26061347152914798872008-12-18T09:14:00.003+00:002008-12-18T09:24:08.949+00:00Wishing you all a Happy Holiday Season<div align="center">Peace and Love<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="200" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/784/784118t32f1fp3dd.gif" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank">glitter-graphics.com</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img height="485" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1744/1744386rd5f1eb3b5.gif" width="379" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank">glitter-graphics.com</a></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34263531.post-40015100094659862302008-10-26T11:46:00.003+00:002008-12-17T01:22:36.154+00:00CD for raising funds for researching into the Dissapearing Bees.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>We have now brought out a CD called Requiem for the Bees composed by Geo Magè.<br />Purchase of this CD can be made via email.<br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#000099;">Cost of CD is £4.99</span>. </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>For those living outside of the UK.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I shall be setting up a PayPal option in a few days.<br />Please ask about P&P if delivery is out of the United Kingdom. This beautiful piece of music will help raise funds. for the research in solving the mystery of the decline of the bumble bees.<br />Please support the research into the Bees. Should you have any information regarding Bees or any theories of your own we would appreciate you contacting us at </strong></span><a href="mailto:SavingtheBees@aol.com"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>SavingtheBees@aol.com</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong> </strong></span></div>trinitystarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18134309193793933391noreply@blogger.com2