Showing posts with label Bridget Moynahan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bridget Moynahan. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Oh, God she is beautiful!!
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| Kellita Smith's playful beauty |
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| Dame Helen Mirren, thoughts of |
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| Adriana Torrebejano with her shot gun |
You can compare beauty and pit one type of beautiful woman against another to say this one is more beautiful than that one over there if it is a competition. But, the impossibility of the game is the inevitable drop into despair learning how you've minimized the largeness of Life by measuring. Each era like each life needs beauty to exceed the limits of limitations. For each generation one woman's beauty may touch a cord, or plant a seed of some sort the times need, or there may be a style or type of beauty needed to start a revolution of thought or change a paradigm into what a society needs.
Apparently, we need to watch beautiful women. But, to know Beauty as a She is to know something about one's essence. The She of Beauty acknowledges there is a God and there is a Goddess. Beautiful women allow the possibility of right action to take force over wrong action in the context of lust and desire, need and want. Beauty can mask pain. Beauty can create and beauty can know without partiality how to be herself within each soul born of beauty and magic and potential. It isn't only the flesh. It is the soul, the essence of a woman that says, "I am beautiful to look at and be around!" In the soul is the story Creation comes from and the now is its own beauty. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Sept. 4, 2015)
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| Black model, Fotolia |
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| Bridget Moynahan's pretty legs 2014 |
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| Brigitte Bardot On the set of Les Femmes, 1969 !!!! |
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Friday, December 11, 2015
To be elegant is choice, or nature . . .
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| Bridget Moynahan's elegance in subdued colors. |
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| Inés Sastre, as an international model and simply in her space and role as a woman is a wonderful expression of being. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories |
Friday, September 18, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
BRIDGET MOYNAHAN
Bridget Moynahan, actress BLUE BLOOD
Bridget Moynahan's elegant beauty underlines something value and attainable: impeccability, a strong belief in something larger than herself, and a strong work ethic. How does a Mother, a woman teach this to girls?
There was hardly anyone on the train yesterday afternoon. Two teenager girls got on the train posturing, and self-conscious. Obviously trying to appear suave, mature, and elegant they strutted like short peacocks to their seats, and plopped down as if the cameras were rolling. They flipped out their cell phones with flair typical of young people who have a limited sense of what is important or real. The two Black girls carried themselves as if they reached outward for answers, got some, and otherwise conducted their lives without a grasp of what womanhood entailed in truth.
A few stops later I looked up because something disturbed the atmosphere. An elegant woman stepped on the train. As she walked down the aisle looking at seats I could hear soft music around her. Her black hair bounced around a round olive colored face lightly made up. Not skinny or fat she moved carefully guided by an unperceived wind that sustained an appearance of soft movement when she sat down and crossed her legs. The short black boots matched the black body suit that climbed luxuriously upward and under a dark mini skirt worn tastefully with a soft gray short coat. She cast her eyes around the car obviously not interested in her audience, but in the condition of the train car, and pulled out something to read. Neither polite, or obtuse she was simply elegant, mature, comfortable, and content within herself.
I glanced at the two teenage girls. They were spell bound. Transfixed is a better word. They were sitting directly across from her studying her every movement, and ingesting every subtle thing communicated to them.
Standing next to her when we had to get off at L’Enfant Plaza felt good. I was excited because my medicine told me to speak to her, and I did. I told her what kind of impact she had on those two girls. I only had two minutes to speak. She turned into a luminous being when she absorbed the story, and I, from my heart, blessed and commended her for that one simple act of being herself, and unconsciously teaching two girls who didn’t know how to ask the questions about their womanhood. – Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
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