A Portrait

❥ Οικογένεια Ευφραιμιδis

Original Photographer unknown, c. 1956.

A photograph of a photograph from a restored copy  Mom & Dad

had made & hangs in their foyer.

“Life is but a day:

A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way
From a trees summit”

~ John Keats

“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”

~ J.R.R. Tolkien

 When I was a child,  God  was the bearded Man you taught me & they taught you,  But now I know my own mind and this; God  will always be you  Mom & Dad.

♥ Thank you, Dad and Mom for everything ♥

xox

In our hearts, memories and in our cells. be afraid no more of the dogma that created both sin and fear, that helped to create the Man that locked you into the dark…

Rest in peace, light & love, Dad.

“To terrify children with the image of hell,

to consider women an inferior creation—

is that good for the world?” 

~  Christopher Hitchens

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“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.”

itle by — Ralph Waldo Emerson

A little fella or filly finds a Peanut, bringing it up to the nest ( thank goodness no longer in my soffit

“Thanksgiving Day, a function which originated in New England two or three centuries ago when those people recognized that they really had something to be thankful for — annually, not oftener — if they had succeeded in exterminating their neighbors, the Indians, during the previous twelve months instead of getting exterminated by their neighbors, the Indians. Thanksgiving Day became a habit, for the reason that in the course of time, as the years drifted on, it was perceived that the exterminating had ceased to be mutual and was all on the white man’s side, consequently on the Lord’s side; hence it was proper to thank the Lord for it and extend the usual annual compliments.”
— Mark Twain