Stop and think………
The f word

When feeling wronged, hurt and in pain, keep faith
In the universal threefold rule, what’s
Given out, good or bad comes back to you
Thrice as strong, free yourself from the gnawing
Pangs of hatred and thoughts of vengeance hard,
Let those without sin cast the first stone, it’s
Time to forgive yourself, change foes to friends
Be the first to offer an olive branch
That’s bearing fruits of forgiveness,
Give yourself permission to move forward,
Feel anguish lift from shoulders heavy, dark
Clouds clear, inner shadows recede, open
Your heart, welcome in warmth of compassion,
Now drink from the fountain of forgiveness.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Carnivale inspired by Cirque du Soleil

This picture was inspired by the Cirque du Soleil characters on the 2012 Christmas tree combined with the imagined moss greens of a northern European forest and the eerie light at dusk. For some reason the song Gypsys,Tramps and Thieves popped into my head:
Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” was the first single from Cher’s 1971 eponymous album Cher. The album was subsequently renamed and re-released as Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves after the success of the single. The song was written by songwriter Bob Stone as a story-song called “Gypsys, Tramps and White Trash”. Producer Snuff Garrett advised that the title be changed and Stone then changed it to “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves”
Songwriters: STONE, BOB
I was born in the wagon of a travellin’ show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
CHORUS
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done
CHORUS
I never had schoolin’ but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I’m a gal in trouble
And I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
She was born in the wagon of a travellin’ show
Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw
Grandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
CHORUS CHORUS FADES
Friends and enemies: the amenable keys to peace
There is a whole other non face to face world out there to be explored
My five year old son has tons of friends. Part of the reason why he is so blessed is because he calls anyone he likes, plays with, talks to, or looks at his friend.
“My friend is digging a hole to bury Darth Vader in,” Jett mentions as we leave the park.
“Which friend is that? What is his name?”
“I don’t know his name. He is just my friend.” Looking at me like I don’t know what friend means.
The look might be justified. Maybe as we grow older we forget what a friend is. I can’t tell you how many people have questioned me about my friendships. I am/used to be friends with some pretty famous people. Other “friends” would always say things like, “you’re not really friends with so-and-so. Just because you met someone does not mean that they are your friend.” I would counter, “Well, I’m…
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Windmills of your Mind

While reading a post reblogged by bearspawprint entitled unique nature landscapes: moonlit kingdom by eyes of odysseus, I was reminded of the awesome picture above I had come across on Star Walk for iPad: Star trails in the southern hemisphere taken by Sebastian Voltmer.
By now the cogs of my mind were locking into place as I remembered the lyrics for Windmills of your Mind, a favourite of mine from my childhood:
Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that’s turning
running rings around the moon
like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind!
like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone,
like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream,
or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
like a clock whose hands are sweeping …
keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly?
was it something that you said?
lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints in the sand
is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of this song
half remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
he: when you knew
that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color
of her hair!
she: when you knew
that it was over
in the autumn of goodbyes
for a moment
you could not recall the color
of his eyes!
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
as the images unwind
like the circles
that you find
in the windmills of your mind!
Songwriters: / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn
The Windmills Of Your Mind lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
300 Kcal Oracle

Whenever I need inspiration or
Motivation, I seek assistance from
The elliptical cross trainer, waiting
To release my mind from endless chatter,
Twenty five minutes uninterrupted,
Music cranked, pen and note pad ready, set,
I’m off, a different journey every time,
Level? eight, reading heart rate . . . enter age,
Think, forty nine, enter weight, hmm eighty
seven, arms, legs, music pumping, release
time, expand time, ideas explode, fly,
Connect, collide, pictures form, write, drink, breathe,
Over in a heart beat, cool down … average
Heart rate one hundred and thirty six, wow!
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
How heavy is the glass
Some great advice about managing stress
Sun flower
Cheerful sun flower
When Life Stops us in our Tracks
Magical moments even during a period of painful adjustment
Herb Bee

Yesterday afternoon between rain showers I noticed two bees buzzing around the flowers of a herb plant, I think it is either Oregano or Marjoram. The above is the result of a little patience and minor cropping.
My partner bought me a Sony-NEX5 for my birthday in October 2012. This is an example of the amazing pictures one can capture with this hybrid digital SLR camera.

