Sunday, January 31, 2010

Beginning afresh


My handwritten journals start each new year with a fresh new page and fresh new theme. That's what I've decided to do with this journal, just turn the page, not close the book.

For the past year the theme of Burnbrae Journal has been
"IT'S ON THE STRENGTH OF OBSERVATION
AND REFLECTION THAT ONE FINDS A WAY.
SO WE MUST DIG AND DELVE UNCEASINGLY."
~ CLAUDE MONET

The theme for this year and how often will I post? Ah that's today's problem to solve, the new year doesn't start until tomorrow.

Reflection:
Lamentations 3:22-24
The unfailing love of the LORD never ends! By his mercies we have been kept from complete destruction. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day. I say to myself, "The LORD is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!"

5 comments:

  1. Goodo ... I like the link with Giverny and Monet. Set me to thinking too.

    I think that with postcards too. That some of mine would look as good. Gives me heart.

    I anticipate the morrow ...

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  2. hurray! His mercies are with us. i have been holding
    my breath!

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  3. I'm glad that you are turning the page and not closing the book. Why not write the same here that you do in your handwritten journal.
    Beautifully coloured flower. Living in your garden must be like living in a Monet painting.

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  4. Diane, the blog presents a somewhat idealised version of the garden, you mostly see the good bits and not the weedy, empty and uninteresting bits. But don't get me wrong, it's lovely just not a patch on the Monet garden. If it had a bevy of gardeners like the Monet garden it could be wonderful. The Monet garden always looks perfect, I was surprised to learn recently that the gardeners cruise around the garden each night and remove the plants that are little worn looking and pop in a new pot of freshly flowering plants in its place!

    And how about this I learnt from the web this weekend that Monet had a gardener go out on his lily pond each morning to wipe the soot from steam trains off the flowers before he went out on the boat himself, so he always saw it looking pristine.

    Not such thing happens here!

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  5. The flower by the way is a rose, one of the orange coloured ones in the saffron mosiac of a few days ago. They open bright orange then fade to this lighter pink.

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