There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.
try to don’t be killed and pray for healing, but be a killer and pray for forgiveness.
But Moominmamma was quite unperturbed.
“Well, well!” she said, “it seems to me that our guests are having a very good time.”
“I hope so,” replied Moominpappa. “Pass me a banana, please dear.
The situation was different in the jungle. Every inch of ground had to be earned, and was done so through much exertion with the blade.
Emotion is ‘recognition’. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (“Those journeys of love