Owl's Sight
after-the-heart-of-god:

“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she LAUGHS without fear of the future.” 
Proverbs 31:25 - 
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Climb this mountain with hands wide open.

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I feel like this when I think about the dirt underneath us. Thank you Lord for your abundant creations!

I spent 5 weeks in China this summer, learning about the culture and its people and sharing a bit of my own with them as well. One of the most interesting things I learned was a Chinese saying, “Unity is strength.”

True, but there’s more to it than that. I am reminded of this scene from a documentary film called ‘Furious Love’:

“Truth is more important than unity… What is truth?… Jesus said “I am the truth.” Truth is not a teaching, truth is a person. And if you have that person, you have the truth. And in that person there is always unity. But if we put our understanding of scripture and our doctrine of truth higher than the person of Jesus I’m going to say maybe something very shallow. But I’m going to say it respectfully and honourably - we worship idols. Anything you place above the lord Jesus is an idol. Our unity is not in a teaching, it’s in a person. And in that person, you always find one another.” - Darren Wilson

Travels, travels, travels. I’m still in love with that place.

Flourishing dream-catchers among the sea wall
Tasting the sweet rosy scent of sawdust
Caressing a flamboyant bottle of turpentine
Weaving life within embossed leather
Coaxing the intrepid nature of spring
Catching fire with twigs
Glistening in the ebb and flow
Chancing close to zealots of the moors
Running farther than feet see within hinterland
Gleaming as a pair of sweet beaded dolls
Peeping haughtily into damp dark ovens faintly
Reading forth to a head scarf wrapped intricately
Dear Lola (Grandma).

-Miss Maria Mango

cinemagraph.oh if i was a man…

Have you ever smelt hand-written letters? you can almost smell the writing, not just the ink, but the way and time it was written at. It smells good. They all do.

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