Love her

“Love her in love, in labour, and in fight, As if she were a song at heaven’s portal… Love her with all your heart and all your might, And with her glory we shall be immortal.” – From the poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosiura (1944)
“Love her in love, in labour, and in fight, As if she were a song at heaven’s portal… Love her with all your heart and all your might, And with her glory we shall be immortal.” – From the poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosiura (1944)
My mother was my stronghold, my everything. I was 20 when the war broke out. My brothers were 12 and 17. We all could have left the country but my father was obliged to stay. My mother wouldn’t leave his side. She packed up for me and my two brothers to save our lives and sent us to stay with friends in the Western part of Hungary. Days pass and we cannot communicate and when they finally call, I want to be with them. We fear for their lives each day.
Grandma was love embodied, though she didn’t have an easy life. She lost her husband very early, soon after the birth of their second child and she had to learn young to bear the challenges of life alone. She was dedicated to her family. She didn’t yearn for fame and glamour. Her grace was the strength she gained by facing questions and difficulties with faith and determination. She would say, “the thought of God turns trouble into ease, sorrow into solace, and toil into utter peace.”
Birthday admiration for some remarkable women of the Pre-Raphaelite and Arts & Crafts period❤️
To see beauty everywhere — how I want to start the year, how I want to take each day❤️
“Faith is the virtue of the storm, just as happiness is the virtue of sunshine.” – Ruth Benedict
Kálmán makes the most delightful little birds. He’s been working with wood since his childhood but birds he’s been carving the past 10 years. Sweet little creatures, each made from different kind of special wood, when you hold them in your hands, you almost feel like they come alive🪶 Check Kálmán’s website, Farigó (Wooden thrush) at farigo.hu
Colors of matyo embroidery❤️ So vibrant, so intensive, making the lovel matyo patterns come alive🌹
“I raise up my voice—not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard. … We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back.” – Malala Yousafzai
“Art evokes the mystery without which the world not exist.” – Rene Magritte
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