|"Moraea villora", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2012|
Two subspecies are recognised; M. v. villosa has purple, blue, pink or whitish petals, while the flowers of M. v. elandsmontana are bright orange. The eye-shaped patterns consist of a green to blue or nearly black iridescent crescent, encircling a cream to orange ‘eye’, which is covered with long hairs. This entire shape is usually edged in dark violet, yellow or orange. Each stem bears one to five flowers, and has a solitary, narrow leaf, that is hairy on the underside.
The peacock moraea formerly participated in great abundance in the mass spring flower displays of the South African Cape lowlands. This attractive flower has however lost more than eighty per cent of its habitat to wheat fields and urban expansion, and only a few populations remain in isolated fragments.
|"Moraea villora (colours inverted)", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2012|
Here is the same drawing after the inversion of its colours. As is often the case, I cannot decide which version I prefer!
The original and the inverted copies are part of my contribution to the web site on Inversionism (see below).
INVERSIONISMYou may recall my telling you about an invitation I received back in August or September to participate in a web site on the art movement of Inversionism. As it says on their home page,
"The quintessence of Inversionism is taking the potential of any characteristic of an image to its limits to the point when it is flipped upside down beyond the event horizon of things.... Inversionism is a way to cope with the monotonous totality of both abstract art and realism and its forms. It is thus a radical escape from these modes of art; it is radical because it strives to retain the 'realistic' framework of an image while turning upside down some of its characteristics, a twist towards abstraction."I am now listed among their participants with my particular approach toward Inversionism. Take a look. Their address is http://inversionism.com/index.htm
BRADEN'S FIRST CHRISTMASHere are some photos of Braden taken Christmas morning, 2012 -- 6 months old and his very first Christmas!
|Braden looks a bit overwhelmed by all these gifts!|
|Now he is starting to loosen up and get into the spirit of things!|
|[I love this photo] He looks a bit overwhelmed still but his expression seems to me to show a happy innocence that belongs to |
the very young and the very young at heart.
|Finally, this sweet boy, feeling a bit tired perhaps, has settled down with his favourite gift of the moment: Christmas ribbon!|
My "Coming Home" StoryNOTE: Some portions of this story have been changed or combined or even partly fabricated in an effort to tell the story in a way that makes sense, provides anonymity for certain people and, particularly, to refrain from attempting to explain those events in the spiritual life which are simply unexplainable.
|Headed towards Convocation Hall on the |
day I graduated from university! I am one
It happens because of what I believe that "metal box" contains. Reposing within that golden container are pieces of consecrated bread -- simple, unleavened bread – now radically changed.
An ordained Catholic priest, a priest who can trace his lineage all the way back to the first apostles, has said the words of consecration, the words given to us by Jesus, over this bread and changed it from simple bread to the very Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Perhaps this bread was consecrated at the morning Mass, a few hours earlier, and was "left over" after all the people at the Mass had received Holy Communion. This precious, priceless bread, bread now in appearance only, is locked into a golden box while the candle in the red glass holder continues to burn brightly. It is available to take to the sick and the dying. "Give us this day, our daily bread" is a petition that can be only fully answered by this new “manna”.
By 1976, I was taking a break from teaching. Instead, I was employed by an Anglican organization working with “street people” in Hamilton, Ontario. Upon moving to Hamilton, I had discovered the “charismatic renewal” and was now actively participating in a large Catholic Charismatic prayer group each week as a member of the music ministry.
Although I was attending a high-church Anglican service every Sunday with some wonderful, faith-filled Anglicans, I had started sneaking into a Catholic Church each afternoon on my way home from work (I use the word “sneaking” because I was very careful to try to make certain that none of my friends saw me entering or leaving the church!). During this time, I finally began to realize that I was reaching a point of no return. Deep down I knew it was time – I had to keep my promise I had made to God in Birmingham 15 years earlier.
Finally, the tension became too much. I knew I had to take action and I knew I needed to act quickly. So, choosing a day later that week I did what I felt was necessary:
- I gave notice at work,
- Called a Catholic priest with whom I was good friends and set up an appointment for the next day and
- Begin to cautiously announce to family and friends that I was going to become a Roman Catholic.
By the end of that day I had burned all my bridges so that I really felt I had no way back. This seemed the better way as by now I knew how easily I could lose courage and fearfully turn back. Even so, I couldn't stop myself from thinking that night "what have I done, dear Lord, what have I done?"
(to be continued)
SUKI AND SALLIE
|Do you think Suki is trying to tell me something?|
Maybe like I should turn up the thermostat?