I was searching through old booklets on antiquepatternlibrary.com to find a design I needed, and so many of the patterns were gorgeous. Flowers, and fruit, of course, and insects and various animals. Some of them were fantastic type creatures. Crowned eagles and griffins. Aren’t they wonderful?
There is nothing as lovely and soothing as the place I live. 🙂 I am finally beginning to be reconciled to my home, I think. I begin to love the green fields, green trees and hedges, fuchsias trimmed into hedges, ubiquitous seaside. I’m putting down roots, with one strong tap root into the land itself, and nature here.
I have a regular post I’m writing, and hopefully I will be able to post it soon. We’ll see if I actually write this week! Eye roll
There seemed to be a time when miracles were more or less available to people. An angel put healing power into the pool of Bethesda, traditionally, for any person who wanted it. Not everyone could have it, of course, there was a limit even then, just like there is a limit to any beneficent liberality. Still, it’s liberal, and heavenly rather than carnal. Kindness from people is pleasant, but kindness from an angel would be more pleasant. I may have a guardian angel, but if so, then he has been very silent. And even Christ is not as liberal as he was.
If an angel offered me a gift, I would tell him to pierce out all the difficulties in front of me, in my path, and cut out all the impurities in my own character, heart and mind. It would be the most glorious liberality. Even if I did not have healing or even guidance, this is what I would ask for. If he denied that, I would ask for healing. It may be that healing is the only thing I can get, and anything else is beyond miracles.
And no angel has ever offered me a gift. Oh, well.
I am afraid of being discontent. The man at the pool of Bethesda did not get help from an angel, but from Christ. From Christ I do still hope for healing, if for nothing else beyond salvation.
I want blogging to be a positive experience, so I’m going to fill it with light, life, beauty, exultation, greenery. Not everything is under my control, however. It may be even the depressive buzzard will have a place in the scenery. I hope not…
But to introduce myself to anyone who isn’t already my friend, I’m Juliet, and what I lack in grace and godliness I attempt to make up for with faith and eagerness. 😀 I’m a Christian. I’m a libertarian. I’m homely, and a little bit lovely-apparently.
I’m going to try to write about certain thoughts that occur to me like buds, that seem most comprehensible. You’ll see what they’re about if you stay!