Serenity Sunday...week 72

from

Macbeth

A dark Cave.

In the middle, a Caldron boiling.

Thunder.

Round about the caldron go;

In the poison'd entrails throw.—

Toad, that under cold stone,

Days and nights has thirty-one;

Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Happy Halloween from

my house to yours!!!!

Serenity Sunday...week 71

(Photos Courtesy of my sister Wendy Rounds)

"Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow."

- Author Unknown

**Apparently, and how this happened I don't know...I dropped the ball and missed last Sunday. All I can say is...it's been pretty busy around here lately. A couple of small projects here at home...some paintings that I have to get done for a client and some that I did for the shop.

Oh, I went to see the John Edward show at the Civic Center in Syracuse. My friends and I got tickets months ago and if you ever get the chance to see him...go! Whether you believe or not...it's a powerful show and you'll feel different when you leave the show. Somehow lighter and enlightened...more positive. Even if you don't get read (we didn't) just listening to other people's stories and how they coped...makes you somehow a better person for just being there and having listened. I know it sounds crazy, but there is a sense of calmness that follows you for days. If he comes next year, we're going again. I mean, who can pass up a chance to feel 'calm'?

**T.

Serenity Sunday...week 70

Portrait of my Life

As I watch the sun, setting crimson over the horizon,
I realize that another day has come to an end.
Like the colors of my life, the yellows, russets and blues
seem to float over the dark line of trees and hills,
the division between earth and air that is really no division at all…
just a temporary border between night and day.

***
The colors of sunset are the events of my day,
Woven together, bound without a trace of beginning or end,
They make a complete picture of my life.
It has no abrupt starts and stops….
just a colorful painting of living life to it’s fullest potential.
…..and again it is true…at first light.

***

Tamara J. Egan

June 2001

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**My sister sent me these pictures yesterday.

She lives near Cleveland, Ohio and they were taken

at the "Rocky River Nature Center".

It is, obviously a beautiful place.

The autumn colors are all around us...

reminding us to look forward,

but not to forget the past.

Enjoy your Sunday! **Tami

Serenity Sunday...week 69

Autumn Within

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is autumn; not without

But within me is the cold.

Youth and spring are all about;

It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,

Singing, building without rest;

Life is stirring everywhere,

Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves

Fall and rustle and are still;

Beats no flail upon the sheaves,

Comes no murmur from the mill.

**This is probably my favorite Autumnal photo. I have no idea where it came from. Somewhere in the world wide web about 10 years ago or so, I came upon it and all I could think of was the scrapbook my Mom has and how this looked like an old photo that might have been in it. The colors, I couldn't paint a picture and make it look so real. I have seen meadows like this, that look so sepia toned with just a punch of Fall color. Nobody would believe a painting like this. So...enjoy the colors of Fall, the oranges, ochres, russets and deep greens. The painting we call 'AUTUMN' only last a short while...and then comes the black, gray and white of winter on it's heels.