Picture Prompt

Posted by Claudia Moser on 10:42 AM in , , , ,

Beth provided us, GBE 2 Group Members, with a picture prompt, which automatically triggered in my the association of this older gentlemen with a happy monk, which reached his inner peace. His eyes are so soft and yet playful, is smile is honest and warming. 

Mircea Eliade wrote the following 'The joy of life is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the world.' and in my eyes this is the quintessence of this picture. 

I find Eliade's words very inspiring, his books are not easy to read, but his approach to the history of religion is worth your time. Some of his ideas below:

'In love, no certainty is ultimate... That elementary thing - the feeling that you are loved - must be certified again and again, because one doubt,one mistake razes everything to madness and ecstasy.'

'It is preferable to love a genius than to love the masterpieces of a mediocre soul.'

'Nothing lasts within the heart. Even the most certified conviction can be annulled by a single gesture.'

'Memories are the icons of time lost.'

'Light does not come from light, but from darkness.'

Quite fascinating right?



What a beautiful face!

Zufriedenheit ist ein hohes Gut, doch heutzutage leider weitgehend unbekannt...

Lieben herbstlichen Gruß und Fröhlichkeit!


He reminds me of a real life santa

Anonymous says:

Beautiful piece.



Love it. Love your heart.

@Jacqueline - I agree
@Cloudy - du hast Recht, nicht jeder kann zufrieden sein!
@Adam - many from the group thought just that
@Kat - thank you
@Kathy - indeed
@Jo - you are so kind, thank you

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