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pretty things

I got into photoshop this morning. I really wanted to make some pretty things. But I’m still kinda sad, and it seems so silly of me to be making graphics sets when that is such a trivial thing on the greater scale. I did find some more flag images, and I might make a few patriotic sets because I feel that many people are wishing they had flags on their site. I just feel a bit lathargic about my normal activities. I took two naps, trying to make it go away. I’m not sure if it has or not. I have things I need to be doing besides napping, but does it really matter to anyone if I update the blogplates page or put my closet togher? Hmmmm... This is pretty much a post-sleepy ramble, and forgive me if it makes no sense. I think I hear E downstairs in the garage trying to put another shelf together. Maybe I’ll put on some real clothes and see if I can help. That might be a good step.


Kristine, make some pretty graphics, it will help with things. Or make memorial graphics. I made several things, and I felt much better afterwards.

Here’s something I’m going to work with:

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran


If you make a patriotic graphics set, I will most likely be one of the many to put it to grateful good use. :o)

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