Beauty

Beauty...

Beauty I have learned from the ugly, charity from the unkind,
and peace from the turmoil of the world.
(Frederick Ward Kates)

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
(Franz Kafka)

Beauty has nothing to do with possession.
If possession and beauty must go together,
then we are lost souls.
A beautiful flower is not to be possessed,
it's there to be beheld.
It's there for your pleasure.
(Diana Vreeland)

We are living in a world of beauty,
but few of us open our eyes to see it.
(Lorado Taft)

Have a beautiful week, my special friend:))

Hugs,
Shanti

Quiet Winter

Nature in winter is a time of struggle and beauty. Winter signals the end of a long productive year.



Plants shut down. making food, animals migrate to warmer climates and humans snuggle up and stay indoors.



After the glorious riot of color in autumn with its clear, brisk days, the quiet of winter sneaks up on us. It is a time of introspection and long quiet evenings spent at home.



I like the feeling of being insulated and protected in my snug house. I like waking up to cold frosty mornings and seeing a light snow covering the trees and cars.

Have a quiet winter, dear friend
Shanti

The Beauty Of Horses

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. ~ Sharon Ralls Lemon

Artesian Art

Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which Nature herself is animated. (Auguste Rodin)

Nude Art

"The noblest in art is the nude. This truth is recognized by all, and followed by painters, sculptors and poets" (Isadora Duncan)

Amazing Trees

Think Like a Tree by Karen I. Shragg

Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.