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My daughter had a theme of abandoned for her art project. We went exploring and found an abandoned building. I took these images with my phone while she used my camera. She found plenty of material for her art project and is working on which ones to choose now.

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Unknowable and Fathomless Mystery

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“To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute…Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Kitab-i-Iqan

Latest contribution to Nineteen Months.

For more see  Ninteen Months Meditations on Kalimat – Words.


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Penetrating Wisdom

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Curiosity moves the hand towards the pointed branch

That deep desire to experience all that Nature offers

Surely knowing it is sharp and the hand will be pressured

Still the fingers extend desiring knowledge to be gained

In the end the pain is worth the journey towards understanding

This is as it is search for the truth in this life

There is pain but it is well worth the walk

This is penetrating wisdom.

© Carol Campbell 2015

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Big Questions in History: History’s Relevance in Contemporary Society

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Family history is an important entrée into wider historical interests for many people in our society. But historian Anna Clark asks if connecting to the past through personal experience shuts out other personal experiences?

Anna Clark from University of Technology, Sydney was one of five historians who spoke at the popular ‘Big Questions in History’ panel at the recent conference of the Australian Historical Association. This plenary session is devoted to a critical discussion about the connections between historians and Australian society. It has been held at every conference I have attended since 2012 and is a dynamic, thought-provoking session.

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Clark’s question is pertinent. While we are absorbed in our own family history research are we alert to the lives of others who lived in the same community as our ancestors? We may have built a fascinating story about our ancestor but embellishments and silences handed down over the…

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Kansas, July 2015

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Each July 4th the U.S. celebrates its birth as a nation. It was originally supposed to be July 1st but either through bad weather (which caused travel delays at a time when all roads were primitive) or from wicked hangovers caused by an over boisterous pre-signing celebration (accounts vary) the signing of the Declaration of Independence was delayed a few days. In any event, 239 years later Lyn and I spent this July 4th visiting our kids and grandkids in Kansas. While there we also visited relatives and a dear friend in Lawrence, Kansas, a lovely little city where Lyn and I had lived for many years.

As always, special thanks to my dearest spouse Lyn, who does all the heavy lifting selecting the photos. And thank you sincerely for dropping by the Book of Bokeh. I would also like to invite you to visit my Book of Pain  poetry blog.

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Let’s Talk About Beauty

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Image by June Perkins

From the Two Stringed ukulele

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Let’s talk about beauty…

By the time I graduated high school, I still didn’t know how to swim.
I’d never learned, not properly, and there was a reason.

To this day I remember my first swimming lesson. My PE teacher’s voice was yelling instructions at me as I awkwardly splashed my way through the water.
But only part of my attention was focused on staying afloat, because meanwhile on the sidelines some boys from my class were laughing together. You see, they’d always thought that ‘whales were supposed to know how to swim‘.

I didn’t cry, or make a fuss.
But when I reached the end of that pool, I got out, and didn’t get back in again.
Not for a long time.

A lot of us have stories just like this one.
And consequently, we know what it’s like to look at the cover of a magazine and feel a pang of innocent determination… that one day, we want to look ‘just like that’.

I remember being one of these girls.
I’d always press the ‘fat burn’ button on the treadmill,
believing that somehow this convenient little setting would live up to its name and get me the body I’d always wanted. (False advertising if you ask me!)
I’d spend years looking down at my annoyingly stubborn scales, which never had anything new to say.
I’d listen attentively to people I trusted, as they’d offer me ‘constructive criticism’ on how to be more beautiful.

You see, I know what it’s like to be afraid of the water.
Of avoiding the deep end at all costs and wanting to hide in the locker room so that nobody would ever have to know how slow, overweight or uncoordinated you are.
But that’s not how you learn to swim.
You learn to swim when your fears stop being as important as your desire to become better.

And it was here, at a very simple realization that I found my turning point.
I don’t want or need to be skinny to be beautiful.
I needed to be strong.

And the moment I made this decision, that was what I became.
Because the beautiful thing about strength, is that it doesn’t begin with a simple gym membership.
It begins with you.
In the world beneath your skin.

I don’t like talking about ‘imperfections’…
Because it implies that to be ‘perfect’ is the standard we are striving for.
And I don’t believe that this is realistic, or even possible.

I think it’s about time we start setting ourselves new standards.
To be whole.
To be happy.
To be strong.

Because beauty is a whole lot more than a pretty face and a winning smile.
Beauty is nonexclusive.. and a gift we all share, at the heart of who we are.
Some may say it is fleeting, but I disagree.
I believe it grows with us, as we move through life…
Along with our capacity to seek it out and find it in each other.
Because isn’t that one of the most beautiful things of all?

I’ve recently committed myself to being a bigger part of this conversation, and the way I see it, there are two ways to do this:
1. When you see beauty in someone, tell them about it.
2. When someone sees beauty in you, believe them.

I’ll be the first to admit that this isn’t always easy.
Often, something as simple as acknowledging the beauty in ourselves, can take a hell of a lot of strength.
But I hope you can find it.
Because you deserve to understand how beautiful you are.

In many ways, it’s easier to shape ourselves from the outside.
We can diet, apply make-up, do our hair… all sorts of things.
But it’s a lot scarier, to stop relying on what our eyes are telling us, and to start believing in this ambiguous ‘inner’ type of beauty, that you can’t see in the mirror.
Because you can’t SEE it.
And as a result we are left with two options.
To trust in each other,
and to trust in ourselves.

May you always find the courage to climb back into that pool,
and just keep swimming. 🙂

Peace and love,

Inga. x
(c) Ingrid Johnsen