Happy Easter 2015 to all my readers.
I hope you have a great relaxing long weekend. I have no particular plans but I may go for a walk along the waterside since it is just around the corner.
Lately I have been a bit slack with my blog writing since I am also studying a few courses online and keep practising drawing.
Having just celebrated my 79th birthday I can assure you that life is getting better every day. There are still so many things to learn, pictures tu paint, books to write and new people to meet. I certainly need all the time that is allotted to me, however many years that may be.
Where I live my neighbours can get rather noisy at times and their kids are screaming. Isn't it heaven that I can simply close my window, thinking I don't have to deal with this?
If I want to start reading my Kindle Ebook at five in the morning, nobody is going to stop me and if I don't want to watch trite TV in the evening, I can switch it off without annoying anybody. You may think I am lonely but that is not so. I do enjoy my own company but I also have friends and family with whom I am in regular contact.
Don't let anybody tell you that old age is miserable. It's up to you.
Don't let anybody tell you that you are too old to learn something new. I teach German and my oldest student is well over eighty. She also studies Italian and French.
Enjoy the shining sun, the cooling rain and the refreshing breeze and if you live in a country where you have snowstorms (bin there, done that) then cuddle up with a glass of wine, a good book or even a friend.
Happy Easter.
PS The next five days my sailing book is available as free download http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Puruto
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Saturday, April 4, 2015
Friday, November 28, 2014
I have been busy
Time flies, people say. I can't believe this year is nearly over. I have been busy adding more publications to my amazon.com book site. Just recently I published two short stories.
Gardens of my Life is all about the gardens I have tended during my life and how important they were to me.
The other short story is about a shape-shifting bird, a falcon, who is from Arabia and becomes human in order to fulfill his destiny of helping others as a doctor. It touches on the struggle between freedom and responsibility. the story is called The Desert Falcon.
Here is my amazon link:
Gardens of my Life is all about the gardens I have tended during my life and how important they were to me.
The other short story is about a shape-shifting bird, a falcon, who is from Arabia and becomes human in order to fulfill his destiny of helping others as a doctor. It touches on the struggle between freedom and responsibility. the story is called The Desert Falcon.
Here is my amazon link:
All my publications are downloadable for a small cost. Two are available in hard copy. From time to time there are free downloads available.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Free download of my book
My book 'Over the Mountains - not over the Hill' is available as free download from amazon this weekend.
Here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Puruto
It is a travelogue about my Himalaya trek.
Enjoy reading.
Here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Puruto
It is a travelogue about my Himalaya trek.
Enjoy reading.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Poem for a rainy Day
Raindrops
Gentle
cooling drops
Rolling
from benevolent clouds.
The
sky a cosy blanket under which to cuddle.
Blooms
exhausted from heat open their hearts
Their
thirst quenched with soft moisture.
Leaves
sending small brooklets down to their brothers and sisters.
Hot
pavings extinguish their furnacesses.
Small
wavelets on the lake reach up to welcome family.
A
sparrow revels in the cooling shower.
The
woman on the bench mingles her tears with the soft raindrops.
They
dilute the salt, the sorrow.
They
have a healing touch.
Elisabeth
Puruto ©2014
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Sunday at the Gold Coast
What a beautiful Sunday here on the Gold Coast. Cool and windy but clear blue skyes. Had lunch at an Indian restaurant by the waterside just around the corner. Now I am working on drawing project. it's difficult but I'm getting there. Not as difficult as my trip across the Himalayas. I like challenges.
Don't forget today is one more day to download the children's story THE LILAC QUEEN free of charge from amazon.
Just type in Puruto into the search option and you find all my books. have a lovely day.
Don't forget today is one more day to download the children's story THE LILAC QUEEN free of charge from amazon.
Just type in Puruto into the search option and you find all my books. have a lovely day.
Monday, April 21, 2014
The Source of Inner Strength
The Source of Inner Strength
“Brenda had
spent the last twenty years nursing her abusive husband after he was paralyzed
in an accident while driving under the influence of alcohol. Yet she never
complained, she never was bitter. She had so much inner strength.”
“Karl faithfully
continued as a country doctor for years and years. Getting up at all hours
delivering babies or attending accident victims. He could have moved to the
city and be much better off financially, and with less working hours. Why didn’t
he? He had so much inner strength.“
Such statements,
we hear frequently, we admire the people who find the inner strength to swim
against the stream of the popular ‘me first’ opinion. Not for them throwing in
the towel, not for them giving up or going away; not for them self-pity or
self-imposed martyrdom. Not for them ugly lines of bitterness in their faces.
Lines there are, for sure, they are lines of caring, of concern and even
sadness but never lines of being a doormat.
When we speak of
inner strength we express recognition of something positive, even something
rare. What is it? This inner strength? Where does it come from? How can we
obtain it, that is, if we even want it, for it comes at a price.
In today’s
predominately New Age worldview we hear much about positive thinking, about finding
oneself, or the phrase ‘I can do anything if I truly want it.’ In other words,
if you haven’t got it, don’t complain.
It is human
nature to be self-centered and striving for more or better things or
situations. Self-help books and expensive seminars want to teach us how to
‘improve ourselves’. Eastern and other religions tell us to ‘still your mind’
and all will fall into place but in the final account it is up to each one of
us to cope as best we can.
Where do we get
inner strength? Yoga meditation may make you calmer but taken to its logical
conclusions there is hopelessness and only reincarnation to another life cycle
over and over again until final Nirvana (nothingness). So why bother in the
first place?
Or gaining
strength from the New Age spirit world? A dangerous undertaking because evil
spirits do exist and mean to harm us. Without the protection of God we have no
resistance and we are at their mercy. They have no intention to give us true
inner strength, rather they generate selfishness and hatred.
True inner
strength has a beauty we never find in a person dabbling in the occult because
such strength is free from fear. It doesn’t need to know the future. The man or
woman with true inner strength is not passively resigned to a situation but
embraces it purposefully. They look to Jesus Christ as their greatest source of
strength because he has gone that path before. Since he is eternal God his
river of living water gives unlimited inner strength. There is no fear of
exhaustion, of running dry.
The reason why
we see goodness and deep peace in people like Brenda and Karl is that they
receive their inner strength directly from their daily communication with God.
Moreover, they do not stem the flow for selfish reason but are content to let
it run through them to those in their environment. They need not fear it ever
ceasing.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Lissa's Wish.
Here is a little true Story you may like to read:
Lissa’s Wish
“Please, Oma, may I go into the
garden?” five-year old Lissa asked her grandmother.
“Of course, go on, enjoy yourself, “Oma
answered.
Lissa flew out the backdoor, her
pigtails bouncing, she skipped down the steps, across the concrete yard into
her beloved garden. First she stopped by the Pansies surrounding the Sun Lawn,
and said ‘Good Morning’ to her favourites, the deep purple ones with the golden
faces.
Lissa had called this soft-green lawn
the Sun Lawn because it was large and round. Just behind this she now balanced
along the stone borders of the Moon Lawn which was sickle shaped and during
spring the many white daisies were almost covered by the golden petals of the
Laburnum tree leaning above it. The Moon Lawn half encircled the path around
the large rose bed. Lissa stopped and bend over one of the last roses of the
season. Oh, how sweet it’s perfume!
She walked on through the low dividing
box hedge to the vegetables. Oh yes, she knew them all, her secret friends: the
Brussels Sprouts were still too young to talk to her but the red Tomatoes told
her that the whole bunch had quite a good party the night before, after all,
they belong to the family of night shades. The big strong beans on their stakes
expressed their indignation about this nightly reveling but Lissa only laughed
and told the beans they should not be so stuffy. The peas still slept in their
communal beds, just like Lissa when she visited her cousins and had to snuggle
up in bed with several others. She threw them a kiss and walked on to the
rockery and the two large, old pear trees. The rockery was to her like a
fairytale book. So many different plants close together, each telling their
part of a story. The Wallpepper with its golden, wormlike flowers was rough to
the touch but got on well with the velvety, silver Lambs Tongues. They
complimented each other and Lissa could see how they enjoyed each other’s
company. The white Snow in Summer was still spreading its many small flowers
over the grey rocks and pink ones were nestling in the crevices. Lissa sat down
on a rock for a while and soon a small lizard shared with her the warming rays
of the sun. As she looked up at the tall pear tree, she remembered when she had
danced there, thinking herself a little fairy as a gently wind showered her
with white petals from the pear blossoms.
Now, in autumn most of the pears had
been harvested but Lissa saw one last golden one hanging at the tip of the
highest branch.
“OH, I wish I could have that pear,
“she said, and then it happened. A rustle, the pear broke loose and SPLASH fell
down, straight onto one of the big rocks and broke in thousand pieces. Wishes do come true but not always the way we
imagine!
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