kindness...

"Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not."

Samuel Johnson

baja

once, long long ago there was a white elephant named baja. he was from India. he was considered good luck but also cursed. he lived with his clan in the Forrest surrounding an ancient city, long abandoned by its people. baja always took bathes in an enormous fountain in the middle of the city. the water flowing from an ancient spring from when time began. baja gazed at the bottom of the fountain where there was a mosaic, he of course never knew what it was called, he just knew it was a beautiful picture. the picture was of a mermaid sitting on a rock jutting out of the ocean she had long dark hair and green blue eyes. she had a stream of tears coursing down her pink cheeks. and baja felt his heart sadden, he too began to cry soft tears of sadness for the mermaid on the rock. suddenly the mermaid came to life and she swam all around baja. you can imagine his shock! he said how did you do that? . she said, your tears brought me to life. i was frozen in time by a very bad witch, now i am free. baja i know you are treated differently because of your color. but you have a blessing and a curse, but you have to let your blessing outshine the darkness. This is my story of baja the white elephant. and we too have to let our blessing outshine the darkness. nita barrow-zimmerman

i 'm just to far from where you are....

and i feel just like i'm living someone else's life... it's like i just stepped outside when everything was going right..

michael buble ..home

i call this angel......jasmine

I am participating create a piece of art everyday at, Creative Everyday...Everyday Creative http://www.creativeeveryday.com/creativeeveryday/

I took this photo the other day because I loved it. I want to use this for my art today. You can use photos, drawings, things you have made. Check out her site you can still participate. Today is the first day. ~nita~

peace

There is no quiet place in your cities, no place to hear the leaves of Spring or the rustle of insects wings....

The Indians prefer the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.

The air is precious to the Red Man, for all things share the same breath- the animals, the trees, the man. Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

Chief Seattle

1790-1866

I love this , I think it shows us how true this is now. We basically have no place left on earth that isn't polluted. I took this picture a few weeks ago . I love to hear quiet sounds. I like simple things, a walk in the woods , looking for unusual rocks. Looking for birds and taking good pictures. What do you like?