Monday Morning Insperation

I was having a hard time finding an inspiration today.  Restless sleep and terrible dreams have left me in the doldrums.   Then I cam across this:  http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leicestershire-21063882  Richard III has been found.

I wish my father were still here.  He would have relished this find as much as I.  He loved that we were related to the Plantagenets of York.

I am reminded that all things are in God's time.  I think that Richard was kept hidden till the finding of his bones was not met with more falsely deserved hate.  He will be loved and honored and burred properly.  I hope in York Minster.

God give him rest and peace.

Monday Morning Insperation

The "inspiration" for this week comes from the poem "The Sun"  by Czeslaw Milosz.  Thank you Stacy for the lending of the book so many moons ago.  My own copy has become quite dogeared.  And thank you dad for sharing this sunset with me.


The Sun

All colors come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular color, for it contains them all.
And the whole Earth is like a poem
While the sun above represents the artist.

Whoever wants to paint the variegated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.

Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.

For Remembrance.

He just makes me want to be creative and to inspire others to be the same.