photo pages xx samaritans need shells apparently Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation xiv berlinstubeon the beauty of scaffolding and the privacy of buildings 6 Comments Andrea August 18, 2010 at 6:05 pm Reply Your shells are wonderful. Big Bill August 22, 2010 at 11:41 am Reply The referred glow From surrounding hills Softens the moist lines Of a curving shore Phosphorescent droplets Dissolve Into an early morning Fishing net I’m led from the mango tree By the hand of a child To stand knee deep In azure blue waters Our fingers Searching the web We are all Children of the Sun Athene August 30, 2010 at 11:13 pm Reply With your shell that is a shell, and not a shell, but a sphere of light around you to allow you to see and feel but not absorb, and be the best help you can be. I give you a poem to read. Lots of love Athene x ps – I dream’t we had a conversation, you and me, the other night. It was lovely to see you. “There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life. There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine. O traveler, if you are in search of That, don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.” – Rumi Di September 2, 2010 at 9:48 am Reply Your shells bring back child hood memories of Jersey – wonderful… Sea shell, sea shell, Sing a song for me; Sing about the ocean, Tell me about the sea. Sea shell, sea shell, When I hold you near, I can hear the ocean Whispering in my ear. Lou September 3, 2010 at 12:09 pm Reply To continue the Samaritan theme:- Ten Tired Tortoises, by Paul King One tired tortoise, plodding in the Karoo, He bumped into another one and that made two. Two tired tortoises, resting by a tree, along came another one, and that made three. Three tired tortoises, with feet feeling sore along came another one, and that made four. Four tired tortoises, just trying to survive, along came another one, and that made five. Five tired tortoises, in a thirsty fix, along came another one, and that made six. Six tired tortoises, wished they were in Devon, along came another one, and that made seven. Seven tired tortoises, getting quite irate, along came another one, and that made eight. Eight tired tortoises, starting to decline, along came another one, and that made nine. Nine tired tortoises, prayed and said ‘Amen’, along came another one, and that made ten. Ten tired tortoises drinking at a well, then each one yawned and said Goodnight, and slipped into his shell. xxx Jo September 6, 2010 at 12:58 pm Reply Argh!! Lou, I like 🙂 Leave a Reply Cancel Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.