Annie Louisa Swynnerton: The Sense of Sight via The Eclectic Light Company

Reblogged from The Eclectic Light Company‘s series on The Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood. This painting is one of my favorites from Annie Louisa Swynnerton. For me, Swynnerton’s masterpiece, and one of the finest paintings of this difficult subject, is The Sense of Sight from 1895. This is now in the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool, which had…

A God Who Allows Suffering by Anna Waldherr

As we enter Spring and finally begin to turn the corner in the fight against coronavirus, it is only fitting that we acknowledge the suffering this pandemic caused. During the 25 years I practiced law, I witnessed a great deal of suffering.  It took many forms:  brain damage; paraplegia; rape; child molestation; death by cancer,…

Mark Toner: Pigments at Peace

This one just makes me happy. 🙂 Reblogged from Pigments at Peace. at the website of artist Mark Toner at artmark.me. Check it out! Thanks for Visiting 🙂 ~Sunnyside

Why Bind the Days? A Poem by Jonathan Humble

If I were a poet, I would want to write like this. ~Sunnyside Why Bind The Days? Mar 10, 2021 Why bind the days inside that self-embrace? Alight, a life should shame the brightest star; refuse the mask that hides a truthful face. Imperfect lines in faith do not disgrace when claimed as fact and…

So Who Mothers the Mothers? by Joanna Penn Cooper

Joanna Penn Cooper, writing in Image Journal, paints a poignant picture of the community of women :

“I think about the private nature of women’s stories of their own suffering, how they are shared at kitchen tables and in late-night phone calls,

Be Near Nature And Change Your Life

Originally posted on Plants and Beyond:
~ Have you ever felt peace, rejuvenation, calmness when you find yourself next to Nature? ✨🌳☀️🌿✨ How about taking in the view of breathtaking greenery behind your window? The refreshing and relaxing effect of Green color making a positive effect on our brains. There is a multitude of scientific…

The Breath of the Forest

Ancient Skies   I sometimes forget to walk within my healing, boundaries not withstanding  often preferring the purity of winter, the breath of the forest, and hawk wings balancing on my shoulders. Scars? What scars?       Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies View original post

Christmas Cards: Season’s Greetings from Edwardian New Zealand

HistorianRuby: An Historian’s Miscellany I’m delighted to share with you these colourful Christmas cards from the antipodes! This brief selection dates from 1900 – 1919 and the originals are stored in various repositories in New Zealand. New Zealand Christmas postcard circa 1905 – 1910 A parrot instead of robin redbreast? A parrot is not usually associated…

Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites

Lately, I have been delving into the lives of some of the talented women surrounding the Pre-Raphaelite movement, both artists and models, so I am delighted to re-blog this poem by Gwendrina. Published at The Peaceful Pub, “Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites” is a poem about “a fictitious member of the group based…

Pools – A Poem by Joe Barca — Vita Brevis

Pools Submitted by Joe Barca   I am but water. The puddle of last night’s shower. I live for an hour or two. Until the sunshine absorbs me. I am the ocean for children in Wellington boots. For earthworms. And for the descent of errant swallows. I am pavement’s liquid memory. I……… Continue via Pools…