“You can never get a cup of tea
large
enough or a book long enough to
suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis
― C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
...at last one which makes the heart run over.”
“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed.
As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop
which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is
at last one which makes the heart run over.” ~Ray Bradbury
As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop
which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is
at last one which makes the heart run over.” ~Ray Bradbury
Saturday, April 26, 2014
¸.•♥♥• George Washington Carver
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥•
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ ` º ☆.¸.☆¸.•♥♥•¸.•♥♥•¸.•♥♥• How far you go in life
depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because
someday in your life you will have been all of these.
~ George Washington Carver
Thursday, April 24, 2014
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
~ Eden Phillpotts from "A Shadow Passes"
In the marshes the buckbean has lifted its feathery mist of flower spikes above the bed of trefoil leaves. The fimbriated flowers are a miracle of workmanship and every blossom exhibits an exquisite disorder of ragged petals finer than lace. But one needs a lens to judge of their beauty: it lies hidden from the power of our eyes, and menyanthes must have bloomed and passed a million times before there came any to perceive and salute her loveliness. The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
~Eden Phillpotts
“A Shadow Passes” 1919
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Happiness Isn't Complicated
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| Artist: Robert Duncan |
“Happiness isn't complicated. It is a humble
state of gratitude for simple pleasures,
tender mercies, recognized blessings,
and inherent beauty.”
― Richelle E. Goodric
― Richelle E. Goodric
How many slams in an old screen door?
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| •Artist ~Duane Bryers•.¸ |
“How
many slams in an old screen door?"
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.”
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.”
~ Shel
Silverstein
Erma Bombeck
It is not until you become a mother
that your judgment slowly
turns to compassion and understanding.
Erma Bombeck
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
The New Orleans French Quarter Festival
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| The New Orleans French Quarter Festival April 11 -13, 2014 |
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Smell the Sunshine...
“I love when the
sun plays hide-n-seek for a few days
because its invisibility often goes unnoticed.
The world seems content that its presence behind the clouds is enough. But as soon as that brilliant sun jumps into the open sky once again,
shining in full splendor, our closed eyes automatically turn toward it, and we bask beneath a warm and tender touch, grateful all the more that our glorious sun exists.”
because its invisibility often goes unnoticed.
The world seems content that its presence behind the clouds is enough. But as soon as that brilliant sun jumps into the open sky once again,
shining in full splendor, our closed eyes automatically turn toward it, and we bask beneath a warm and tender touch, grateful all the more that our glorious sun exists.”
~Richelle E. Goodrich ✶
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
~William Shakespeare
✻ღღ✻
(¯`✻´¯)
`*.¸.*✻ღღ¸.✻´´¯`✻.¸¸.Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ....
April Hath Put a Spirit of Youth in everything.(¯`✻´¯)
`*.¸.*✻ღღ¸.✻´´¯`✻.¸¸.Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ....
~ wILLIAM SHAKESPEAre
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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