Livery

noun
1.
archaic :  the apportioning of provisions especially to servants :  allowance
2.
a :  the distinctive clothing or badge formerly worn by the retainers of a person of rank

b :  a servant’s uniform

c :  distinctive dress :  garb

d:  chiefly British :  an identifying design (as on a vehicle) that designates ownership

3.
archaic

a :  one’s retainers or retinue

 b :  the members of a British livery company
4.
:  the act of delivering legal possession of property
5
a :  the feeding, stabling, and care of horses for pay

c :  a concern offering vehicles (as boats) for rent

*Merriam-Webster online

Shakespeare’s Sonnet: Beauty Advise

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be tattered weed, of small worth held.

Then, being asked where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use

If thou couldst answer, “This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,”

Proving his beauty by succession thine.

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

A Thought on Love

The the reality of love is more felt than understood. Less aware than we should be, we often miss it entirely, considering it a moment of misery and sorrow, of turmoil and pain. We think it is not what it is and is what it is not. We do not realize we encounter it it when we do. We believe it when we sense it’s sensuous breeze, soft in moonlight, dripping with honey; sweet to taste and pleasant to feel. We believe it’s half truth, but we rarely believe it’s existence in the darkness of life, the cold imprisoning walls so often associated with the wholeness of the thing. And there it is, you realize. That is the thing. It is not just the emotions, but something greater, something beyond. Is the processing, of all emotions, of all situations and concluding and conducting our reactions to its twin.  Flipping the heart when we do not believe it can be, when the world tells us we must hate, we must revenge, we must eliminate; when instead we must forgive, we must have mercy, and we must suffer.  Love is the thing that colors in the rest of the picture, that fixes our eyes to see what is really in front of us. A tortured man, an unloved woman, a forgotten child.  To understand that good is often manipulated, and to hate those who have been manipulated is to be so manipulated yourself. Love is not just an emotion, it is not just a thought, not just a word. It is too great a thing to encompass by way of an isolated category. It is above and beyond. It is kinetic.  It is the closest sense of being to perfection.

The Joy Paradox

“What is it about tears that should be so terrifying? I asked them again and again, and each time got the impression that tears to them were a sign of softness, of weakness and childishness in a harsh world where only the tough survive.

Yet I knew …how important a role tears play in the making a man whole. I think I could almost put it down as a rule that the touch of God is marked by tears. When finally we let the Holy Spirit into our innermost sanctuary, the reaction is to cry. I have seen it happen again and again. Deep soul-shaking tears, weeping rather than crying. It comes when the last barrier is down and you surrender yourself to health and wholeness.

And when it does come, it ushers forth such a new personality that, from the days of Christ on, the experience has been spoken of as a birth. “You must be born again,’ says Jesus. And the Paradox is that at the heart of this newborn personality is joy; yet the joy is ushered in by tears.”

-David Wilkerson, “The Cross and the Switchblade”

Updates of flowers coated with resin and creation of Necklace

Have been wondering if resin could be used to preserve flowers. Think I’ll try my hand at it!

The La Vie En Rose Project

After coating the flowers from Surigao with resin, sadly only two made the day without wilting. The two small flowers turned brown and wilted even after the resin was brushed on the flower. I think the cause of this was how the flowers small size made two days in the silica gel too long. I plan to leave it for only one day when I dry the flower next time.

This is how the small flower looked like:

IMG_5008As you can see the flower completely wilted, turning brown and having the petals droop down.

Thankfully though the two other flowers turned out well. I plan to add a second coat to these flowers, especially the fresh flower as the resin seems to be sweating off the petals. I would like to see if the flower will remain fresh after two or three coats of resin.

This is how the flowers look…

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30 Days of Alchemy

11.  “Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. You’ll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race. Life will  be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now.”

-Paulo Coelho, “The Alchemist”

Progeny

noun

plural: progenies

1.  A person who comes from a particular parent or family: the child or descendent of someone.

“I am my parent’s progeny.”

2. The young of an animal or plant

“A cub is progeny of a lion.”

3.  a: Something that is the product of something else.

b: A body of followers, disciples, or successors.

“A misunderstanding of Nietzche’s philosophical teachings bred progeny of hate and discrimination towards specific people groups, such as  Jews in Nazi Germany. “

30 Days of Alchemy

10.   “One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks. It was something that I thought could happen only to others, never to me. . . The land was ruined, and I had to find some other way to earn a living. So now I’m a camel driver. But that disaster taught me to understand the world of Allah: people need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need  and want.

We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it’s our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.”

-Paulo Coelho, “The Alchemist”

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