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'Tis a Season for . . .


'Tis a good season for quiet, calm and wonder.
A good season for finishing the year in peaceful awareness.
A good season for re-thinking and re-birth.
A good season to rest in night's darkness and
dance in day's lightness.
A good season to remember that
we do not need to consume in order to celebrate.
A good time to remember:
There is no peace that can be purchased,
only granted, only given and, at the same time, earned.


Text and image copyright 2008, Ysabel de la Rosa, all rights reserved.

Comments

...and it's a good day when I can wake up and find such beautiful thoughts written by a friend. Thinking of you. Gorgeous image.
Pilar
The photo is from San Lorenzo Church in Verona. Glad you like it!
Smriti Belbase said…
...and 'tis also a good season to think of those who help us in big and small ways.

So: thank you for including the Aldeas Infantiles link on this site!

Best wishes for the holidays.

Smriti Belbase
Comunicación Online
Aldeas Infantiles SOS de España
Hola, Smriti!
Aldeas Infantiles is a cause near and dear to my heart. Any time you would like to send me an update or a link to news, just let me know. I´ll be happy to include it in my blog.
Feliz Navidad
y mis mejores deseos,
Ysabel

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