...and what a door and fence it is. If I had to guess, the owners may have something to do with the crafting of these gates and advertise in such a way. Whatever the case may be, it is stunning.
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Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
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Apples and Women
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them. In reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right person to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Ferko, Gigi, Matyi
my wonderful furry friends
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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11 comments:
Hello Isadora !
Is it Your house ???
Nice great doors, yes...
See You later...
You're right...the ironwork is beautiful! this one reminds me of some homes we walked be in Toalmas and Pecs...
: )
I just love all the wrought iron fencing and trim- it's lovely!
Gosh what beautiful wrought ironwork!
You're right, it is stunning!
Webradio - no, unfortunately it is not my house :)
OCM - TOALMAS????!!! hmmm
Professor - There must be a master craftsman in town as there are several lavish properties such as this that I've seen in town. I'll catch some others (with envy).
Janice - I would love to have you along as I know it would also inspire you sooner of later and we could see your interpretation of them.
Tanty - thank you.
The iron work is beautiful. I would not want to live that cramped up to my neighbors though.
You were asking where that beach scene was on my blog.....it was in Gulf Shores, Alabama
Love it is's so artistcally done.
I wonder if the owner is a welder?
wonderful wrought ironwork here, and the house itself ain't bad :)
Weew, that's steel art at its finest! Although steel gates are hard to make, the designs we can do with these are infinite. But we should still consider the style we want, and if it fits well with our home. No one likes a gate that will give a home a bizarre look.
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