Primrose lost...Joyce found

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Hi joyce...you wrote..

>Is this a bit spooky or what -

hmmm...spook...ghostly, or haunting, or ..spooc...MDu, as in Middle

Dutch......as in...to startle or frighten...American Heritage

Dictionary

>two joyces, both from PA?

Two of Many Voices, from Everywhere

>Both who like roses?

Who does not like roses?

>Both who hang around outside at night with their cameras?

Yes, and it gets cold out there now, too! Good to know I am in such good company :-)

And there have > been some photos you have included of a

waterway/stream/river/pond > and trees that i am certain are from the

Sudbury River, next to my > home... Eerily similar landscapes.

eery...suggestive of the supernatural; mysterious...same dictionary!!!

....we are connected Seamlessly at the Heart, Joyce.

The Beauty of Pennsylvania is timeless, isn't it? There are so many

lush areas. I grew up in Northeast PA, along the Susquehanna River,

but not in such Beauty as what I am blessed to walk in every day

now...well...almost every day :-) I do not recognize Sudbury River.

Through what section of PA does it flow?

All of the photos I have posted so far were taken in Playwicki Park

and along Neshaminy Creek where I walk most of the time. All have

been taken within the last few months. I usually identify in the

small print on the bottom where I took the photo :-) The moon shots

and the primrose are from my backyard.

> PS - I always enjoy your poems, as well. They are so uplifting.

Thank you so much. :-) I enjoy yours, too, and all that post their

poems/ photos, pleasure and pain here. Like Harsha says, we are All

in the same boat. It can be lonely in the Maya world...you know,

that illusion/delusion/confusion one we Live in every day. Where our

reality is someone else's Maya. Where our reality is also our Maya.

I am slowly beginning to understand why I should want release!!!

Coming to the fellowship is always Sustenance to me. I feel the

power here...the power of the Heart, the power of Love, the power of

peace, perfect peace. Thank you, God, for everything. I have no

complaints.

Eternal Love,

Joyce Jean

The Heart is the Self.

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