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My writing and art collection relating to lifetime experiences.

Love Is a Language

Love is a Language

“The Musicians (Detail),” c. 1595, Caravaggio (Michelangelo Merisi). Image from the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

Love is a language that everybody speaks.  However you express it, may it be received and spoken back to you.

“The limits of my language are the limits of my world.”  Ludwig Wittgenstein

Love is a language that everybody speaks.  Love is our voice.  We can shout it out to all the world, or keep it silent and all to ourselves.  What is love, this language that we possess?  When we speak it, is it interpreted by others in the way we’ve intended it to be?  Do others respond in kind?  Indeed, love is a language that everybody speaks…but is it one that is truly understood?

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”  1 Corinthians 13:1

When love is spoken, it can be relayed in countless ways.  We can demonstrate our love for another without having the words, “I love you” ever pass through our lips.  Many times when our love is spoken through our actions, it is received by others more deeply.  Being a “doer,” I often say “I love you” by taking the time to send a card expressing how special someone is to me, or giving a gift that I know will make that person’s day.  Sometimes, just reaching out and “being there” for someone can express so much love that it leaves them speechless.  Whatever way we choose to say it, love is a language that everybody speaks, and understands at some level.

What about you?  How do you say “I love you”?  However you express it, may it be received and spoken back to you in a way you will fully understand…and enjoy.

Wishing you a Happy Valentine’s Day…

With love,

Felecia

 

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Love – What’s in a word?

Love - What's in a word?

“The Parting of Lancelot and Guinevere,” 1874, Julia Margaret Cameron. Image from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

Love – What’s in a word?

“Love encompasses so much, it cannot be put inside a bottle.  No, love needs to be scattered all over the world, so that everyone can share a part of it.”  Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Full, luscious, desirable, sweet,

Love is a feeling that cannot be beat!

Warm and fuzzy, a sensual kiss,

Love is something you won’t want to miss!

Affection, fondness, attraction, desire, tenderness, devotion, of the heart, romance, bond…

Love…what’s in this word for you?  If you can tell me, please do!

Love to me means fullness and life, for both are born out of love.  My heart feels as though it may burst when love fills and resides within it.  My being feels alive with renewed vitality when love surrounds me.  Love truly has the power to change any circumstance into the most beautiful thing in the world…

May the love that fills your heart create a beauty of its own…when you share it with another.

With love,

Felecia

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On Languages

On Languages

On LanguagesA Quote To Carry You

February 9, 2015

“Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.”  Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe, Maxims and Reflections

On Languages…Languages have a way of connecting people like nothing else can.  To me, listening to foreign languages being spoken can sometimes sound like the most exquisite piece of music serenading my ears.  Words roll off the tongue in a way that is unfamiliar yet tantalizing.  They command my undivided attention so that my mind can absorb every syllable, every inflection, and interpret their meaning.  Similarly to the way music can evoke intense emotions, languages can do that and more.  Languages, through their words, have the ability to say, “I love you.”  To some degree or another, love is a language everybody understands.

May languages of love fill your heart today…so you fully know its meaning.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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You and Me, We Will Always Be

You and Me, We Will Always Be

Photograph of my great-nephew Easton, (a.k.a. “Mr. Cutie Pie”), and friend, courtesy of my sister-in-law, Jennifer Hall

You and me, we will always be…even those times when we’re apart…because we’re connected heart to heart.

“The Lord God said, ‘It is not good for man to be alone…'” Genesis 2:18

This Bible verse solidifies exactly how I feel about sharing my life with others…and that is good! When I spend time with someone I love and care about, it is as if that period of time transcends everything else in the world.  Being in a close relationship, be it platonic or romantic, has a way of connecting one person to another.  Whether they are physically together or apart; it is a bond that is inseparable no matter what.

You and Me, We Will Always Be

You and me, we will always be,

even those times when we’re apart.

The miles between us do not matter at all,

because we’re connected heart to heart.

You and me, we will always be,

you are my buddy, my pal, my friend.

I am here when you need me, and when you don’t;

I’ll be with you from the beginning to the end.

You and me, we will always be,

I can’t imagine ever being without you.

We’ve seen each other through thick and thin;

indeed, I am your comrade through and through.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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A Friend Indeed

A friend indeedA friend indeed, whether it’s at night or during the day…close by my side is where he wants to stay.

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are his life, his love, his leader.  He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.  You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”  (Author Unknown)

A Friend Indeed

(A poem dedicated to my little companion, my little friend Bilbo)

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

yes, that’s my four-pawed friend.

Whenever I’m happy, whenever I’m sad,

he’s the one on which I can always depend.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

whether it’s night or during the day,

no matter what it is that I’m doing;

close by my side he wants to stay.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

he can’t tell time nor what day it is of the week.

But he knows how to say “I love you,”

in ways that don’t require him to speak.

A friend indeedA friend indeed,

his sweet, brown eyes, they tell me so much.

Like how much I am needed, (and I need him too).

I hope he know how deeply my heart he has touched.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

A friend indeed“Calling all dog lovers!”

If you have a four-legged, furry friend that you’d like to have featured in a poem on my blog, email your cutest pictures and a short bio to me, Felecia, at frosew04@gmail.com.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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His Eye Is On The Sparrow

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

“An Old Song,” 1874, William John Hennessy. Image from a page of the 2014 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

“His Eye Is On The Sparrow” – That song brings back sweet memories for me…knowing that God cares so much, makes me feel light and happy and free!

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.”  Matthew 10:29

“His Eye Is On The Sparrow”

“His eye is on the sparrow,”

that song brings back sweet memories for me.

Knowing that God cares so much,

makes me feel light and happy and free!

During times when I tend to worry,

and the times when I tend to fret.

Those words remind me of His love,

and life’s troubles I soon forget.

“His eye is on the sparrow,”

as God ceaselessly watches over the earth.

He has never taken His eyes off me,

not ever, since the moment of my birth.

“His eye is on the sparrow,”

His faithful love always sees me through.

That assuredness can be yours as well.

Turn it over to Him; He’ll care for you too.

Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Freedom from worry is a wonderful thing.  Knowing for certain that nothing can take place in your life apart from the loving and protecting arms of our Heavenly Father…priceless.  That’s the kind of wealth that I seek…what about you?

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Memories of the Past

Memories of the Past

“Memories,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

Memories of the Past

I Remember When

January 2015

“Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.”  Rosa Parks

Memories of the past are interesting…two people can experience the exact same event at the same time, yet remember it completely differently.  Why is that?  Similarly, some people, like my late husband, have what can be described as a photographic memory.  They remember every detail about an occasion that happened years ago, while others can scarcely even remember that anything had ever happened at all.

It seems to me that memories of the past are different because people are different.  What we retain and commit to memory has a lot to do with who we are and how we view our world and others.  What we remember about a particular place in time can also be associated with a person, an object or current experience.  That phenomenon keeps ringing true to me when friends and loved ones express to me what they remember about my beloved Steve.

Many of his former colleagues remark time and again on how they remember Steve being a true example of what hard work and dedication is in the workplace.  His close friends often talk about how much they enjoyed conversing with him, especially because he had such a broad knowledge about so many topics.  His love for God and his devotion to serving Him is remembered by many through the constant witness to his faith that he lived.  Family members remember him as the son, brother, uncle, cousin and nephew whom they loved so dearly.

For me, my memories of the past about Steve are a little bit of all of the above wrapped into the most tender, caring and loving husband I could ever have.  Something else about those memories is that they seem to have the uncanny ability to keep him alive, in my heart at least…and for that I am grateful.

May your memories of the past stay alive in your heart too and become wonderful blessings to your present.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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You Can’t Judge a Book By Its Cover

You Can't Judge a Book By Its Cover

“An Interesting Story (Miss Ray),” 1806, William Wood. Image from a page of the 2011 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

You can’t judge a book by its cover…if you do, you may miss out on one of the best stories you’ll ever experience.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover…” That phrase never became more true to me than when I was touched by a wonderful act of compassion shown toward me recently.  It’s often that we go about our days never venturing off the paths that we’ve set for ourselves in a given day.  Like browsing through a book store or library, we skim through the titles, pause at those clever covers that capture our eyes, and then continue on hardly giving the others notice.  I almost followed that same routine the other day when I was out running errands…but something caught my attention and made me stop.  It wasn’t something I would have considered worth the time otherwise, but what I received from the experience still warms my heart.

My late husband Steve was always meticulous about his appearance; he wanted to be at his best at all times, which is a quality that I admired in him.  In his efforts to maintain his own personal standards, he was so pleased when he found a barber who finally gave him the perfect haircut.  From time to time he’d tell me about the young man.  Besides consistently cutting his hair precisely how he wanted it, Steve also commented on the barber’s unique appearance, notably his long beard and earrings in his earlobes; not something we were accustomed to seeing.  Nonetheless, I could tell how pleased he was, which hadn’t been the case with other barbers he’d gone to in the past.  As time went on, and as Steve’s cancer started taking its toll on him, I noticed that his remarks about the young barber focused on how attentively the young man would listen to his concerns about his illness and how they both shared stories relating to their personal lives.

“Indeed, not everyone has good looks, just like not everyone has good brains; but everyone is unique, and that’s what makes them equally beautiful all the same!”  Felecia R. Weber 2015, OntheWingofaDove.com

I remember one afternoon when I’d driven Steve to the barber shop for, although we didn’t know it at the time, his last haircut.  He’d been in quite a bit of pain and I was reluctant to just leave him there, but he insisted on going into the shop alone.  I understood this; it was hard enough for him not being able to drive and he didn’t want to lose his independence completely.  I was glad that I didn’t go in.  Much to my surprise and humble delight, the young barber gave Steve a gift certificate from a favorite restaurant of him and his wife’s.  He told Steve that they wanted us to enjoy precious time together and that was one way they hopefully could ensure that we would.  Looking back, what was even more profound was this turned out to be the last time that Steve and the barber would see each other.

As I’ve mentioned, the proverbial phrase “you can’t judge a book by its cover” now has a depth of meaning for me.  The afternoon I spoke of earlier when I decided to stop, was when I decided to take the time to go into the barber shop and finally meet Steve’s former barber to let him know that he’d passed away.  When I entered the shop, the young barber was sitting quietly awaiting his next patron.   When I first laid my eyes on him, it wasn’t the long beard or earrings that I noticed; but rather, it was the sincere compassion that filled his eyes.  As I began to speak, I broke down and tears poured out of my eyes.  He immediately embraced me as I sobbed and sobbed.  As he softly spoke words of reassurance and comfort to me, I thought, for a brief moment, of an image I had seen many times before of a grieving soul being held tightly in the loving arms of Jesus.  I suppose in a way, I was being held in my Savior’s arms through the love and compassion extended to me from the young barber.  We exchanged a bit of polite conversation after I’d regained my composure, and I left thanking him for the generosity, caring and kindness that he showed toward Steve and me.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’  The second is this:   ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31

Indeed, I shall never forget that experience, in fact I will likely reread the images of that memory many times again.  Compassion, caring, kindness and brotherly love…those are amongst the things that cannot be judged by outward appearance, but they can be gratefully received.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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