Thank you for rescuing me!

Thank you for rescuing me!

Wax Eye – Waiheke Island, New Zealand

Rescued this little guy. He recovered well, rested up and flitted off with lots of gusto..

( Photo taken by Jean R )


Tears of freedom.

“Tears, sometimes cut like a knife

wounded and crushing.

Tears of joy, elating like

a first love.

Tears are cleansing, necessary.

For without tears,

the emotion is not free.

Tears are freedom”

~ Jean R~



( Photography by Jean R)




I’m Special….


I’m special. In all the world there’s nobody like me

Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me Nobody has my smile nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hands, my voice. I’m special.

No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes – for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do.

In all of time there’s been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.

No one reacts to any situation just as I would react. I’m special.

I’m the only one in all of creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I’m good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings. Like a roomful of musical instruments, some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I’m a symphony.

Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, think or do like me. I’m rare.

And, in all rarity there is great value.

Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate others I will accept – yes, celebrate – my differences.

I’m special. And I’m beginning to realize it’s no accident that I’m special. I’m beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as I. Out of all the billions of applicants, only one is qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes.

That one is me. Because . . . I’m special.

( I was given a copy of this a long time ago and want to share it with all those who doubt there is a purpose for all their life. We may not always see it, but we are all special in our own way)


Just want to say thank you to all my blogger friends!

SONY DSCI love poetry, writing, photography and really anything to do with words.  And if it were not for discovering “blogging” I would never

have had the absolute joy of reading and discovering so much talent.

There is inspiration when I need it, joy when I am down, courage when I need a lift, lessons to be learnt and

stories that can only benefit my knowledge each day.

So thank you all so very much.

Life, in so few words!

“The business of life
Is the acquisition
of memories”

( I heard this quote somewhere, and remember being quite taken aback by the wisdom or assurance in it.
Hope you get the same if not more from this wonderful
little piece of written excellence!)

~ photo taken few days after bush fires in Mickelham ~