“If we cannot start up to the sky of our dreams with the bluebirds of ecstasy or soar along on the rhythm of the humming bumblebees of our imagination, we must dare to think and apprehend what is hindering us, trying to capture the wonders of the moment. ("Waiting for Mr. Out-placer")” ThinkingImaginationRhythmEcstasyHummingWondersBluebirdsBumblebeeHindering Author:Erik Pevernagie
“Beauty arrests our attention to look upward. It reminds us that there are things in life, such as love and the divine, that we long for so ardently we know---even if we only know it for a fleeting moment---that our yearnings are far deeper than our eyes can see. And that's what faith is, I think." William situated his elbow against the ground and propped his fist against his cheek. "That's really profound." "Thank you," Eliza smiled. "That's why I like to include bluebirds in my paintings. They're a reminder that while beauty may be fickle in its coming and going, there's a permanence in the impression it leaves on our hearts. There are roots growing within us that sustain its wings. And maybe that, really, makes beauty the greatest witness to glory there is.” FaithBeautyBluebirds Book:Paint and Nectar Source: Paint and Nectar
“Outplacement should give us the glow of a lighthouse, and the outplacer must bring the joy of the bluebirds, the humming of the bumblebees, and a buzz of excitement back into our lives. (“Waiting for Mr. Outplacer“)” ExcitementBuzzLighthouseBumblebeesBluebirdsOutplacementOutplacer Author:Erik Pevernagie
“One shouldn't be fooled by how quickly they startle. Bluebirds just like open spaces, that's all. Open fields where they're free. And when they find a place, they come in hordes, and they keep coming. They're faithful little settlers. They know when they've found a place of beauty.” SettlersBluebirds Book:Paint and Nectar Source: Paint and Nectar
“She heard the twitter of the bluebirds whose families had lived here for decades and longer, and she saw one out-of season, beautifully pure gardenia. And the fragrance of it was so sweet, so innocent, that it was fairy dust to her senses. Smelling it sent her tumbling back and forth through time. And she was at once a young woman dancing in William's arms and an older woman returning to Eden with a new appreciation for its hard-won innocence.” RemembranceBluebirdsGardenia Book:Paint and Nectar Source: Paint and Nectar