Within Blue Prison Walls…
love happens
hugs and kisses
within the pen.
Love triumphant
over blue confinement.
Top Posts & Pages
Categories
- Abstract Paintings
- Abstract Photography
- Abstract watercolors
- Animal & Landscape Photographs
- Animal Columns & Poems
- Animal Rights
- Anxiety
- Asperger's & Autism
- Asperger's and Love
- Bipolar art
- Bipolar Disorder
- Black and White Photography
- Christmas and Hanukkah
- Cityscapes
- Comedy
- Depression and Mania
- Easter
- Environment
- Flowers
- Humor
- Indian Dance and Film
- Interviews
- Life in New York City
- Light Photography
- Loss
- Macro Photography
- Meditations
- Memoir Book Reviews
- Mood Paintings
- Mood Photographs
- Mooji
- Music & Thoughts
- Music of Nature
- Mysticisms of Science
- Nature Columns
- Nature Photography
- Night Photograpjy
- OCD
- Paintings
- Paramahansa Yogananda
- Paramahansa Yogananda Quotes
- Poetry
- Politics
- Recommended Reading
- Reflections
- Segments and references to my memoir
- Spirituality
- Street Photography
- Thanksgiving
- Uncategorized
- Videos
- Watercolor paintings
- WELCOME!
- Wet on wet watercolor technique
- Windows and architecture photographs
Abstract Photography
Animal activism
Animal Photography
Animal rights
Animal welfare
Anxiety
Asperger's and love
Asperger's Art
Asperger's Syndrome
Autumn
Bipolar Art
Bipolar Depression
Bipolar Disorder
Birds
Book reviews
Cat Stevens
Christmas
Clouds
Consciousness
Cows
Death
Depression
Depression and Mania
Digital Photography
Fall
Farm animals
Fear of loss
Flowers
Frogs
God in Nature
Horses
Ice
Insects
Lambs
Landscape Photography
Light
loss
Love
Macro Photography
Mania
Maya
Meditation
Memoir
Mental illness
Mooji
Moon
Nature
Nature photography
Non-duality
Old Age
Paramahansa Yogananda
Photography
Poetry
Prayer
Presence
Psychiatry
Psychology
Reality
Reflections
Seasons
Sheep
Sky
Snow
Spirituality
Spring
Stars
Street Photography
Trees
Turtles
Vegetarianism
Videos
Water
Watercolor painting
Windows
Winter
Recent Posts
Blog Stats
- 35,419 hits
Book
Blogs I Follow
%d bloggers like this:
It tickles my innards. Love it.
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 12:23 PM
You just made my day.
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 4:45 PM
Sheep have the sweetest natures.
I like this poem a lot; it shows how love grows in spite of impossible and difficult situations.
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 3:48 PM
That’s what I was trying to show. It is not just the human spirit that can love under duress. Thanks for commenting.
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 4:52 PM
What a surprise. Interesting concept here. It was very good Ellen
Yisraela
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 4:10 PM
Thank you, Yisraela!
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 4:50 PM
God’s supreme gift, they share and nurture in spite of their sealed fate.
LikeLike
April 5, 2013 at 10:27 PM
Most mamals share a lot of emotions with us, many birds do too, most of those also think, get angry, even hate … but also love, willing to forget past hurt, something most humans seldom do.
LikeLike
April 8, 2013 at 11:21 AM
You’re right, Bert. Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you seem all better and going strong. Sorry to be so slow to get back to you. Also not well but maybe better today.
LikeLike
April 9, 2013 at 9:55 AM
Get well soon you too!!!
Strength is coming slowly. Went to a customer today but I’m lucky I had to be there only half a day. The drive to and back, 2 x 180kms, was also a little too much. Still coughing my brains out. I don’t want to surrender to it which makes it worse.
LikeLike
April 9, 2013 at 10:02 AM
Take care, Bert, sometimes soldiering on, though admirable, is not the best.
Sent from my iPod
LikeLike
April 9, 2013 at 6:16 PM
… on the other hand one shouldn’t remain seated in a leather chair in perfect climatic conditions while slowly acquiring no life … 🙂
I feel small improvement every day. Last Saturday is only 4 days ago, and I had no more strength after going shopping for 1 hour. So this is a huge move forward.
LikeLike
April 9, 2013 at 7:03 PM