I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
The Bronte Museum at the Haworth Parsonage, as seen from the graveyard
The back of the card says: “The old parsonage, which was the home of the Bronte family from 1820, is now a museum containing many relics of the famous sisters. It was buit in 1779 of the local gray stone, a typical late-Georgian house.”
The BBC reports that “30,000 people are believed to have been interred in Haworth churchyard. Today this may be a romantic place but, in the Bronte’s time, methods of burial here contributed to a death rate which was estimated to be over 40% higher than in neighboring villages. The village water supply passed through the graveyard.”
No wonder those girls were morbid.
if I offered you $20, would you take it?
How about if I crumpled it up?
Stepped on it?
you would probably take it even though it was crumpled and stepped on it. Do you know why?
Because it is still $20, and its worth has not changed.
The same goes for you; if you have a bad day, or if something bad happens to you, you are not worthless.
if someone crumples you up or steps on you, your worth does not change. You are still just as valuable as you were before.
Anonymous asked: Thank you for posting all the wonderful shots of England - makes my heart ache to go back there.
I’m glad you’re enjoying them, Nonny. I’ve never been, but I would love to go. It’s such a beautiful country!