Tuesday, April 8, 2014
The Greening
I know it’s there,
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
I know it’s there,
In the background.
Hiding just beneath
the surface.
The Greening.
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
Monday, April 7, 2014
✿ღ ~ ♥.✫* `*.¸.* ´* ´¯`•.¸¸.
✿ღ ~
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* ´¯`•.¸¸.
One of the most tragic things I know
about human nature is that all of us
tend to put off living.
We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden
over the horizon, instead of enjoying
the roses blooming outside our windows today."
~ Dale Carnegie ~
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* ´¯`•.¸¸.
One of the most tragic things I know
about human nature is that all of us
tend to put off living.
We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden
over the horizon, instead of enjoying
the roses blooming outside our windows today."
~ Dale Carnegie ~
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
-- Louisa May Alcott
"I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning to sail my
ship." -- Louisa May Alcott
~John Muir
(¯`✿´¯)"I
only went out for a walk and finally
`•.¸.•´(¯`•✿•´¯)✿ ..concluded to stay out till sundown,
•.¸(¯`•✿•´¯) ✿ ¸.•✿for going out, I found, was really going in."
✿ ` `•.¸.•´ ` ؛ ✿ ~John Muir, 1913~
`•.¸.•´(¯`•✿•´¯)✿ ..concluded to stay out till sundown,
•.¸(¯`•✿•´¯) ✿ ¸.•✿for going out, I found, was really going in."
✿ ` `•.¸.•´ ` ؛ ✿ ~John Muir, 1913~
~ Mrs. Jones
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and
proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair
fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally
blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed
away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”
She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”
She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less
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