
Weeds can overwhelm
or so it can often seem.
But, look more closely
and you can surely find hope.
The rose . . . delicate yet strong.

by Martha L Shaw – Words and Images Copyright 4-20-2013

Weeds can overwhelm
or so it can often seem.
But, look more closely
and you can surely find hope.
The rose . . . delicate yet strong.

by Martha L Shaw – Words and Images Copyright 4-20-2013
Here are but a few examples depicting “up”
as my heart sees it:





Photography Copyright 4-18-2013 Martha L Shaw
The Challenge: You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money and no friends. Where do you go; what do you do?
Wow. Here I am . . . the girl who craves intimacy of those she loves . . . here in a fabulous foreign city . . . but broke and with no friends. Sure, we have all been broke from time to time, or thought we were. Who among us has not, at some point, felt abandoned . . . but this time it’s the real thing, for a day anyway. What to do?
What to do? Where to go?
Hmmmm . . . the churches, cathedrals, shrines . . . amazing sacred spaces representing the presence of the divine to so many faithful over so many hundreds of years . . . I could never be alone there. Oh, the buildings might be empty to the eyes, those orbs of the body, but not to the soul . . . not this soul anyway. Armed with my backpack, plenty of pens and a fresh notebook, and the remains of peanuts from the plane trip here and my last bottle of water, I set off. How can I describe my day? The day I dreaded wasn’t long enough for all the blessings before me . . . and I can’t wait to go back again!

Love this challenge! Getting lost in the details means, to me, an invitation to slow down a bit and appreciate God’s creation at a deeper level than I normally would in this rush and hurry world.
Hope of Spring

Copyright 3-1-2013 – Martha L Shaw
Hope of Spring
My heart,
Still chilled from the long hard winter,
Fluttered just a bit
At the sight of
A simple, tiny flower
Poking its pretty face
Above the cold ground
By the rocks and trees
In the woods nearby.
Smiling,
I realize the coldness in my heart,
Like the snow,
Has begun to melt.
By Martha L Shaw © 3-1-2013
Since I already teased you with photographs of my first ever homemade bagels, I will now tease you with my first ever homemade pizza bagels from yesterday’s adventure:

Superbowl snacking, watching the game, writing, ah, Sunday night peace and restful fun. Feeling blessed.
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To the heart that wants to sing,
there will ALWAYS be a song!
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Words and images by Martha L Shaw Copyright 2007-2013







What does surprise really mean? Thinking about it, I know that I’ve enjoyed a “surprise” from when I was very young. Thinking about it further, I suddenly realized that in some ways the words change and surprise are not all that different. One merely has come to receive a more positive response and the other a more negative one, not unlike weeds versus wild flowers. An odd bit of greenery grew in my yard not long after I moved here. I nearly sprayed it with weed killer. I’m glad I didn’t because this beauty surprised me one morning soon after I considered spraying:

Changes . . . surprises . . . weeds . . . wild flowers . . . when we approach life with an open heart, the surprise, the greatest surprise of all, is the joy which erupts from deep within the soul! This is a season for the celebration of the greatest surprise of all. The birth of a baby who was also a King. He came to earth to suffer for our redemption. Wow, think of being a peasant girl asked to give Him birth! As your rip the paper and bows from packages this coming week, consider the real surprise and joy the day celebrates!

Merry CHRISTmas!
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