What Do You See?

THE SECRETS OF THE FOREST

Open up the wardrobe door and step in to a room,

 

Full of mist and carpets damp, full of life in bloom.

  

 

What once was just a forest floor, 

with trees and 

rocks and vines,

 

Has now become a place unknown, 

as you see the  beauty shine.

There’s magic in the woods you know, 

Full of living things,

Breathing, moving, dancing, 
 
Can you hear the fairies sing?

 

Woodsy, quiet, cloaked in shade,

or dappled by the sun,

 

Moss paves your way as you step inside, 

you find yourself quite stunned.

Eerie though it seems at first, 

let the stillness calm your nerves,

Quiet now, stop and listen

you are being welcomed by the birds.

 

You realize, the song is sung by many…

crickets, birds and bugs,

Their wings are keeping rhythm,

while the fairies give you hugs.

 

 
So much beauty goes unseen,

unless you stop to notice,

   

The door is always open, 

as you now know how to focus.

Things you never knew were there,

have now come in to view,

 
Tiny creatures, plants and bugs,  

all bathe in morning dew.

 


Keep safe the woods,

and the life within it, 

for those who will come later,

 

 
It is your job and rightly so, 

to take care of Mother Nature.

Not everyone can see, 

what nature sets before us,


 

She picks and chooses

and only a few, 

know the secrets of the Forest.

Martha Passman
10/14/11


Live Your Authentic Life - 

What Beauty Do You See Each Day?


Blessings,


Martha

Pumpkin Joy!

I recently had a wonderful afternoon

shopping for pumpkins at

Burt's Farm

in Dawsonville, Georgia,

an area just Southwest of my home

in Dahlonega, Georgia.

Our area is considered to be in the foothills

of the Appalachian Mountains.

It is only an hour or so away 

from the outskirts of

the big, bustling city of Atlanta~

 

~but you would never know it!

 

 

 

The Pumpkins were beautiful 

and certainly plentiful at Burts!

 

The weather was a perfect, 

warm, 

fall afternoon, 

with Blue Grass music playing

children running around, 

laughter, 

rustling leaves 

and cinnamon spice wafting through air.

Click here for a Photo Show From My Visit:

http://www.photoshow.com/watch/AU7xa6fP

Here's my haul 

of pumpkins and corn ~

~ and what I did with it when I got home ~

 

It was a wonderful soul lifting day~

~The kind of day 

you put your face to the sun, 

feel the breeze

and thank God you are alive!

Live Your Authentic Life~

Blessings,

Martha

The Burning Bush

 Byzantine Mosaic

Through out religious history,

many faiths have followed the belief

that God spoke to Moses on Mt. Sinai by

appearing to him as a bush in flames. 

by Eugene Pluchart, 1848

 Saint Isaac's Cathedral, St. Petersburg, Russia.

God, telling Moses to remove his shoes

as he was standing on Holy Ground, 
directed him to lead
the Israelites out of Egypt.

by Raphael Santi
  


The bush was on fire, 

but did not burn.

by Elizabeth Wang, 2004

Artists through the centuries
have depicted the Burning Bush,
and generations upon generations

have been reared 

on the miracle of the Burning Bush.

The Hand of God at The Burning Bush
Church Window - Florida, USA

So what else would one call 

a large deciduous shrub 

that looked like it was on fire?

A Burning Bush!

Otherwise known as 

Euonymus Alatus Compacta,

the Burning Bush

turns the most gorgeous shades of 

FLAME RED 

during the fall months in North America.

 by Isaac Brynjegard-Bialik

A color so vibrant,

it looks to be on fire!

You can't drive past one 

without taking a second glance

and appreciating the miraculous beauty of a Burning Bush!

by Francisco Collantes 1634 - the Louvre

Like some of the most famous pieces of art,

God reminds us that His beauty is everywhere ~

by Leo Robba, Niagra Galleries

~ we just need to slow down long enough to see it!

Live Authentically!

Blessings,

Martha

Behold A Beauty!

She was built decades ago,

her beauty lingers

as does her soul.

 

Time has not been a friend,

nor rains, nor wind,

the years have taken their toll.

 

 

 

 

 

Her foundation is strong

her frame is weak

through which one sees the sky.

 

Her Spirit is there,

though her bones be old

Her head is held up high.

 

As weather changes and

calm skies turn stormy

she continues to hold on.

Prayers are met

and hopes held tight

as her face meets each new dawn.

 

The fields are cut,

the hay is baled

always work to be done.

As time marches on,

she stands watch by day

admirers she has won.

 

She's hanging on

she's given her all

not a day she doesn't try.

Her Spirit is there,

though her bones be old

her head is held up high.

  Behold a Beauty!

 Martha Passman

10/10/2011

 Live, Laugh and Love!

  

Be Real,

Martha