tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167039429822184408.post-41541343426998223572008-06-27T16:44:00.009-04:002008-06-29T22:01:01.563-04:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGg9izc5DoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/oMv2Kg4MnfU/s1600-h/ChristtheKingwithHisMother.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217487836444954242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGg9izc5DoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/oMv2Kg4MnfU/s400/ChristtheKingwithHisMother.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGVVhorY60I/AAAAAAAABrY/DxL9AmCUlDQ/s1600-h/ChristtheKingwithHisMother.jpg"></a><strong>Here is the icon of Our Lady with the Christ Child. It goes with the one of Christ the King that I posted on Wednesday.</strong><br /><br /><strong>And following is the continuation of the illustrated story I did in art therapy some years ago. Enjoy!</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGVUuKz6BNI/AAAAAAAABrQ/SZKmKj0wNzk/s1600-h/Pictures+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216668895531369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGVUuKz6BNI/AAAAAAAABrQ/SZKmKj0wNzk/s400/Pictures+110.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>I had the most wonderful dream last night – did you not know that even trees can dream? In my dream, I stood tall and strong again the way I used to be. I stood on my hillside and there was no pain, no suffering. I was even dressed in my most beautiful autumn foliage. </strong><div><br /><div><strong>Suddenly I heard the sound of children’s voices. As I looked up, I could see a lovely angel walking with two children</strong><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216666351902556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGVSaHDighI/AAAAAAAABrI/GVTt0tD30Ow/s400/Pictures+439.jpg" border="0" /> <div><strong>in the sunlit meadow below me. They seemed to be coming towards me and I felt so very happy as I knew that I looked so leafy and inviting. </strong></div><br /><div></div><div><strong>But, then, just before they reached my hillside, they suddenly turned aside. They went instead towards an old, weather-beaten oak tree</strong><br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216665906277428002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALN7_3uQFD8/SGVSAK-OqyI/AAAAAAAABrA/dIPlPZ90v2E/s400/Pictures+124.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>where they sat down and begin to sing and play – leaving me alone in all my leafy beauty. I began to feel very sad and wondered why they had chosen that old tree instead of me.<br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(to be continued) </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Peace be with you.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong> </div></div></div></div>Salliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623290366097443724noreply@blogger.com