Non sine lumine;

  Gardening hangs on to civilization, 

what it wants is freedom from being restrained, 

gardening  craves abandon and a little of the wild. 

Titania

Non  sine lumine - Not without light;

Dum vivimus, vivamus

Cuban Royal Palm in my garden;

Life’s fragments 

Like shattered glass

Crystal prisms cut and sting

No more, never more

It will pass

Titania

Dum vivimus, vivamus - While we live, let us live

(Epicurean philosophy)

©Photo/text Ts

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Titania Everyday;

Hora pars vitae;

Dream on dear one 

In the wondrous world  of sleep;

No sound no sigh

Escapes the drowsy deep;

The mists lay low

The night wind  moans; 

The dreamer keeps

His mind on loan;

Till morning light reaps

Heart and soul and dreams.

Titania

Hora pars vitae; Every hour is a part of life

©Photo/text Ts

Scientia et sapientia;

A great passion for books, to hold, to read, to marvel at the words. It will take you into another world, a world of dreams, knowledge and opportunities. Windows  open to lead the mind  into new experiences. Titania

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Cicero

Scientia et sapientia; knowledge and wisdom

©Photo/text Ts  11/11/2012

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T-Picturesque;

Titania Everyday;

Natura valde simplex est et sibi consona;

Vineyard in Stanthorpe;

Nature’s relentless twists and turns, 

show its best and its worst. Titania

Natura valde simplex est et sibi consona;

Nature is exceedingly simple and harmonious with itself

©Photo/Text Ts

Omnibus lucet;

 Orchid, my garden;

Live your life in agreement with nature. Titania  

Omnibus lucet;  It shines for all

©Photo/Text Ts

Cogito ergo sum;

"Precious Lichen"; Photo/Warwick, Qld

Ask yourself what makes you alive. Titania

Cogito ergo sum; I think, therefore I am.

©Photo/Text Ts

Ita Vita;

   © Photo/my granddaughters 2006  

Happiness is contagious; ©Titania

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. 

Marcel Proust

Ita Vita;  Thus is life;

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Titania Everyday;

Ex nihilo nihil fit;

    ©Photo/ my Garden September 2012/Ts

Remember  the end of a caterpillar results in a  a butterfly; Titania

Ex nihilo nihil fit; Nothing comes out of nothing.

©Text/Photo Ts

Amor est vitae essentia;

Life of a Rose;

Slowly I breath, 

Feeling the warmth,

 petals unfold slowly,

Damask red velvet,

 perfumed voluptuousness 

 ripens

Into a  Red Rose. Titania

Amor est vitae essentia- love is the essence of life

©Text/ photos my garden, Ts

Disce dies numerare tuos;

Seasons are the perfect perpetual motion;

 from spring to summer, to autumn to winter

 in one unstoppable cycle; 

 endlessly repeated. Titania

Disce dies numerare tuos;  Learn to value your days 

©Text/Photo Ts

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Titania Everyday;

Lavender & Vanilla

Ut sementem feceris ita metes;

Photo my garden, floweringWisteria;

A garden is like an Eden on earth. Titania

Ut sementem feceris ita metes; As you sow, so shall you reap.

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Titania Everyday;

Lavender & Vanilla;

Photo/Text Ts

Ex hoc momento pendet aeternitas;

Photo  Warwick Qld  30/08/2012

 Birth, when took it place? 

Life when took it place?

Death why took it place?   Ts/Titania's Pellucidity Book of Hours

Ex hoc momento pendet aeternitas; - Eternity is hinged upon this moment 

Absque Sole, Absque Usu;

28/08/2012  Sunrise in Ballina at 6.03 AM Titania Everyday;

Ma n'atu sole

cchiù bello, oje ne'.

O sole mio

sta 'nfronte a te!

O sole

O sole mio

sta 'nfronte a te!

sta 'nfronte a te!

ABSQUE SOLE, ABSQUE USU - Without sun, without use;

Link  Titania Everyday;

©Photo Ts

Scala naturae;

Rose Apricot nectar from my garden;

♥

Danse des Roses;

♥

Scala naturae; The ladder of nature

© Photo/Text Ts

Lumine Motus;

Every morning looks different, our mood is different.  Every morning brings a change, a challenge to keep us on our toes. 

Morning light seeping  from a pale blue gray sky, changes and challenges  still packed  tightly in this soft blue mystery. 
Titania 

♥

 LUMINE MOTUS - Moved by light

©Photo/Text Ts

In vite vita;

He who tires of  nature…tires of life.  Titania

In the Orient, the grapevine was a symbol of youth and eternal life.

In vite vita;   In the grapevine is life;

♥
© Photo/Text Ts

Saepeque multum ridere;

Photo my garden;

Three essentials in life to be happy;  a passion  to do things;  a passion to love and  a passion for hope; Titania

♥

Saepeque multum ridere; To laugh often and much

©Photo/Text Ts

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas;

Symphonie des roses;

Iceberg roses/my garden;

This the  rose

In winter white;

Low shadows cast and pause

On golden heart, 

 fragrance hovers

slowly breaks apart. 

Silently waiting for summer’s sun;

Stretching, yearning

Frosty white petals shiver, 

silently  bow

 All it’s scent and allure
 lost and done
Golden heart still aglow.  

Ts

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses. (Ovid)

©Text/Photos TS

Natura non contristatur;

 Photo/ my garden/ Tibouchina Noelle;



The natural world is not sentimental or compassionate. 
May come any natural disaster, tsunamis, earthquakes,  eruption of volcanoes a new Ice age, global warming, anything, nature will recover in time and continue as it has always done.  After a Nuclear war, as we are always playing with fire, we might be gone, but nature will continue in its own way and repair itself in time. Nature is not looking out for us and we as tiny beings think we have to look out for nature.  We are not able to control ourselves how do we assume to control nature. How arrogant we are to assume nature needs us!  We who mainly destroy, and then we come up with little band aids and want to make it better.
 It is like we, the arrogant ones have forgotten that we are just a tiny part of evolution. ©Titania


Natura non contristatur; Nature is not saddened


©Text/Photo Ts

Si vis amari ama;

Love comes in many sizes, shapes and colours; Titania

♥

...she came running  holding out a  a small stone;  I have found a Love Heart it is for you! 

My granddaughter, Fabrizia Chiara, 9 years old.

Si vis amari ama

If you want to be loved, love.




© Text/Photo Ts

Festina lente;

Sunrise/my garden;

Take life slowly;

Have you lately seen, noticed, watched, felt;

The rising sun, its colour turning the morning for a second into  rosy,  golden streaks of light;

 dewy grass under your feet, slowly warming with the rising sun.

 Muscled, steely dark clouds sweeping the sky;

a stand of  dark trees shot through with looming shadows.

The sun dazzling on a stretch of  water.

A view of the land swept up in the shadows of the late afternoon;

a swath of fiery orange at sunset; 

….buried your nose in the heavenly scent of a Rose?

Festina lente;  Hurry slowly;   Titania

©Text/Photo Ts

Salve sis;

Home/garden;


Create your own sunshine when it is raining;  Titania     

♥

Salve sis;  May you be well; 

©Photo/Text Ts

Vivera vita;

Thyme/my garden;

When you lose enthusiasm, you have lost your life. Titania

Vivera vita;  Live Life; Titania

©Text/Photo Titania

Speravi;

Camellia japonica Hana Fuki; Photo my garden;

Imagine if the world were perfect

Imagine if we all could live in harmony

Imagine if the trillions of money spend on wars would be spend wisely,  in a positive way to keep the boat we all are sitting in, afloat  in  a good and healthy condition.

Imagine a world without military

Imagine a world without Nuclear weapons

Imagine a world without weapons factories

Imagine a world in peace.

Speravi

I have hoped. 

© Text/Photo Titania

Semper ad meliora;

Melaleuca Quinquenervia;  


This wonderful tree 
a poem of silvery white brushes sigh with heaviness of dew and scent;
wooed by tiny butterflies,
beguiles and bewitches  in July.


The topic civilization left me sad, helpless and utterly depressed. I  tell myself again and again not to bother with  topics which are out of reach of betterment.  Good or bad civilization  is part of  evolution of mankind.   My inner self  like a conviction always finds itself in deep water, trying for betterment, I  know and see is futile. 


Trees like this, natures beautiful optimism push away the ugly sides of  our evolution.





Semper ad meliora
Always towards better things.

©Ts Text/Photo

Urbes constituit aetas, hora dissolvit;

Civilization...digging for opal;

The great lie about being civilized;

What has been introduced as civilisation has been in fact the  destruction of nature.

We are not yet civilized,  humans  are still a bloodthirsty mob as ever! There is nothing civilized about how nature is treated, it is fracked and abused. 
There is nothing civilized about how animals are treated. No, in the truest sense we are not civilized at all, we just think we are.


In my utopian optimism I see true civilization ,  kindness towards each other, kindness to all living things on earth. 


I appreciate people who endure hardship to try to make it better for others, for the planet. 
Unfortunately the planet does not care because it will always be there even if we destroy ourselves with or without civilization. 


We are all sitting in the same boat; is the boat full? Can the planet cope with more civilisation?

urbes constituit aetas, hora dissolvit

Ages erect cities, one hour destroys them.

©Photo/Text Titania

A bene placito,

Generosity should be easy. It is wonderful  to give. 

I love to give little presents, be it a small pot of herbs,  a best chocolate for a sweet tooth;

cuttings from my garden to other garden enthusiasts;  a little special picked up somewhere for somebody loved.  Giving is the best thing in ones life.  A tip  for a coffee to the hairdresser who has done an excellent 

job; a carton of beer at Christmas  to the postie who brings up the mail and the parcels;

Giving is easy! Meanness is ugly.

A bene placito - At one's pleasure

©Titania  Photo  from my garden.

SOL REGIT OMNIA ;

If I had the affinity or felt the need to worship and pray, it had to be to the sun and rain.  Nature bursts at its seams into blossoms washed and scented under the sun’s golden glare and the rain's sweetness.  In the evening, silently glides away smudging a water colour wash on the horizon leaving us bereft in the dark to return on shimmering wings in the morning..


It is understandable and makes  sense, that so many early cultures have worshipped  the sun. 
Mankind has taken a mighty step back when they invented a godlike or many godlike persons and erected monuments to them, churches, cathedrals, Synagogues, elaborate places,  to go there to pray to their chosen deity. 

Sol regit omnia;  The sun rules over everything.

© Titania  Photo and text 

Caret initio et fine;

Light + dark = time

What is time?

Can I hold on to it?

Can I dismiss it?

Time an abstract in our lives; Titania

Caret initio et fine. It lacks a beginning and an end……………………

©Photo/Text Ts

Facilis descensus Averno; (Virgil)

Muslims, Christians and Jews fight with each other like cats and dogs. Each religious group is completely  convinced their belief is the right one.  They forget  one fundamental  sentence in their religions;

The key to Paradise is Peace.

Facilis descensus Averno (Virgil)

The way to hell is easy.

©Titania

Crede quod habes, et habes;

Every morning a new beginning; 

Despite yesterday’s sorrows, older sins and pain;

Today is now and all is forgotten, gladly embrace a new day.

©Titania

Crede quod habes, et habes 

Believe that you have it, and you do;

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere;

Live a good life.

If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. I am not afraid.
Marcus Aurelius




Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere.  Horace
Do not ask what tomorrow brings.   





©Ts

Cras credemus, hodie nihil;

The few who pull the strings in the great world theater KNOW
Plebs are gullible; they believe the biggest lies, if  presented the right way, and over and over again. With the right amount of fear thrown in the recipe works all the time.  They swallow hook line and sinker.
Believe what politicians dish them up so they have been lied to all the time.
Believe in all sorts of religions, sects and other fairy tales which are thought out to keep control.
Believe  in Monarchies, and pay their good money for it to keep them going in the best of luxury conditions.
Believe in astrology;
Believe in Horoscopes; 
There is no end of cheat and it is all welcomed with open arms and dead brain cells.

Believe every Tom Dick and Harry when they bark nonsense  from a pulpit;
Believe in all the crap movies, sitcoms, music and songs that come out of Hollywood. They pay a lot of money to buy the trash, to feed their dead brain which is in agony as there is never real food for it.
Believe in the food they eat, which kills them slowly but for sure earlier then they anticipate.

Believe just about anything  that is spewed out by the news channels,  and town criers.

The world is a mess, but has it ever been an Eden?

You and I  are excluded!  ©Titania

Cras credemus, hodie nihil 
Tomorrow we believe, but not today;

Is this not absolutely clever;  tomorrow does not exist it is always today!  Ts

Omnia causa fiun;

Life;

Might look perfect;

without grey spots and marks.

Yet in the back may lurk shadows;

a black bank of clouds swooping down,

bleaching the colours.

Nothing is forever, time tells, time heals.

Shadows tend to get washed out,

disappear when one finds inner peace within oneself.

Life is short, it should be foremost filled with pleasure and happiness.

Yet without its duller, dark side we would not know the other. ©Titania 

Omnia causa fiunt; Everything happens for a reason; (non certa) 

©Ts

Dum vita est spes est;

O’ Sun’ o warmth’

Rising you change the scenery,

Turning everything to gold,

Black and grays

Into a volume of brillance;

The sky into dazzling glitter;

O’Sun’ o warmth’ 

Were would we be without you? ©Ttiania

Dum vita est spes est; 

While there's life, there's hope

©Ts

Conscientia mille testes;

Martha Nobody; 

Lamentation 

Who are you?

You have no face;

I am a nobody; I have no face;

Nobody cares!

Who cares ? 

I don’t, because you have no face;

You cry your tears inside;

You give love and  birth, 

You bake the bread;

Work in a factory for a pittance;

 because you have no face;

Why should I care?

You are one of  to many;

That’s why we do not care.  ©Titania

Conscientia mille testes; 

Conscience is as good as a thousand witnesses;

©Ts

Iraq’s “Grim Reaper”
Madeleine Albright Gets Humanitarian Award


If it would not be so sad, so  disgusting, that this woman is getting a humanitarian award for her callousness  it would be laughable.  She was fine with the fate of half a million children to die, fine with half a million mothers in tears, because of  sanctions applied , no food , no medicines for those Iraqi children.  Albright is as  nasty as they come. She is as wicked as they come.There is no compassion in her face in her attitude. 

'There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women.' Madeleine Albright 

.... the memories of the Iraqi mothers I have held, their tears mingling with mine, or dampening my shoulder, as they watched helplessly as their children faded away in front of us, for want of medications, denied by Albright’s country and the UN she served, flooded back. 


The funerals, with the litany of coffins, so small, the impossibly little grave sites beyond counting, throughout Iraq, witness to unique wickedness.


But Madame Albright is right on one thing. There is indeed: “a special place in hell, for women who don’t help other women.” Her Award may yet haunt her to become the ultimate poisoned chalice. Here’s hoping.


Madeleine Albright; Iraqs Grim Reaper; click for the article.

Coelum non animam mutant qui trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

I blinked into the silvery sunlight, I shaded my eyes and here it was, Australia. A canvas painted without horizon, red soil streaked with muted, dusky silvery green. Soaring trees with giant dancers limbs and a never ending sky lascivious, jubilant blue. 

©Ts From my diary 1974 Under a Hotter Sun;

Coelum non animam mutant qui  trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

Those who cross the sea change the sky above them, but not their souls.

Causa latet, vis est notissima;

The only divine thing on earth,

 Nature, 

is  tainted by violence. ©Titania

Causa latet, vis est notissima;  The cause is hidden, but the result is well known.

©Ts

Carpe diem.

Moon at 4.50 AM  January 2012

A little bit of time;  a second,  a minute,  an hour;  a day,  a week,  a month,  a year,  a lifetime. © Titania

Carpe diem. (Horace) Seize the day.