“Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.”- Oren Arnold
In Love, We Are Not Alone
“I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.”- Taylor Caldwell
I would love to hear your thoughts on the black and white image. I know the color image is striking, vibrant, and so happy, but what do you think about the black and white image of the Christmas Cactus?
Actions may at times lead you to believe you know,
Life’s ebb and flow cause you to blink,
And in that instance your mind questions
My devotion to our link.
My love, like art,
It will forever be.
As the touch of a feather
Lingers on your skin,
So too, will my love endure
A gentle breeze,
A cajoling force,
Oh the burning,
My heart is full of love for you.
copyright Robyn Graham
Note: In the Victorian language of flowers cactus flowers represent “endurance” and “my heart burns for you”. The poem above was written with the aforementioned meanings in mind. Notice the red heart in the center of the bottom petal….I love the little miracles of nature!
“LEGEND has it the Christmas Cactus dates back many years to the land now known as Bolivia and a Jesuit missionary, Father Jose, who labored endlessly to convert the natives there. He had come across the Andes Mountains from the city of Lim nearly a year before. But he felt the people of this village on the edge of the great jungle were still suspicious. He had cared for the sick and shown the natives how to improve their simple dwellings, which leaked dismally in the rainy season. Most important, he had attempted to teach them the story of the Bible, especially the life of Jesus, though much seemed to be beyond their comprehension. He had told them about the beautifully decorated altars in cities during holidays, yet here it was Christmas Eve and he was on his knees alone in front of his rude altar. Then he heard voices singing a familiar hymn he had taught his flock. He turned to see a procession of the village children carrying armfuls of blooming green branches (which we now know as the Christmas Cactus) that they had gathered in the jungle for the Christ Child. Father Jose joyfully gave thanks for this hopeful budding of Christianity. Today the Christmas cactus still blooms each winter with its message of faith and hope.” – Santa Lives.com