~ Albert Einstein

~ C.S. Lewis

Life is a Series of Left Turns

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

   

~by Shel Silverstein

How Did it Get so Late So Soon?

How did it get so late so soon?

It's night before it's afternoon.

December is here before it's June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?

            ~Dr. Seuss

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

She was facinated with words...

Mobile Audio Therapy

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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

  ~  Rudyard Kipling

The Following Moon

Time has a way of making memories sweeter. Sometimes though, memories are perfectly sweetened just as they are. One such memory came to mind tonight as I gazed at the moon from the swing in my backyard. As early as two, I remember quoting rhymes about the moon to my daughter while riding in the car at night. I would always tell her that the moon enjoyed our rhymes and giggling so much that it wanted to follow us home. To a two year old, seeing the moon clearly while pulling into our driveway was proof enough that the moon had followed us home. On those rare mornings when the moon was still visible despite the presence of the sun, I told her that the moon missed us and hoped by remaining in the sky, it could share in the rhymes and giggles we were sure to share with the sun during the daylight. ~YMD

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup

“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Sounds of laughter shades of love are
Ringing through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, and calls me on and on
Across the universe” 
~ John Lennon 

an enchanted place

..○°°°○♡There is a garden in every childhood,
an enchanted place, 
we're colors are brighter,
the air softer, ..~○°°☆°°○~ 
and the morning more fragrant than ever.

 ~Elizabeth Lawrence

Time goes by so fast...

The Mark of Knowing

Care of "Soul Searchers"

I made my song a coat •*¨`*•✰

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I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As thought they wrought it,
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked. ✰
✫. .. ✰..•*¨`* ღ•*¨`*•✰
~ William Butler Yeats

Feline Insight

Valuable insight gained today...... a benefit of being a "cat lady".

...Yes to Dance Beneath the Diamond Sky

“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, 
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, 
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, 
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. 

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky 
with one hand waving free, 
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, 
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, 
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.” 

♪♪♪♪Bob Dylan

°°°○♡ Chinese Proverb

°°°○♡ If there is light in the soul there is beauty in the person. If there is beauty in the person, there will be harmony in the house. If there is harmony in the house there is order in the nation. If there is order in the nation there is peace in the world.
     ..°°°○♡..
    ~Chinese proverb

Black , White & Grey

"Our deepest fear...."

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others"
~ Marianne Williamson

Look at the Stars

◇◇♡ Words Sought Not Spoken ♡◇◇

My Grandparents on their Wedding Day.
The beginning of a 60 plus year journey.
The world was their oyster.
Determined dreams.
With faith and love they passed through the days and their lives together.
She made a home from modest means and weaved the traditions that bound our family.
He is salt of the earth.
Hard work, rough hands, stoic patriarch.
Always a man of little words even when words were sought.
Years spill over , family grows. Loved ones lost.
Grandpa is 91 now.
For so long independent, strong. The rock solid foundation that our family was built upon. Unwaivering.
No not immortal...time has brought this man to us.
This man before me now still has little words but still words are sought.
Now softened hands.
Softer smile.
Softer eyes.
Frail.
Time to draw near.

✰✫. .. I came across this video tonight. It touched something half way between my intellect and my heart. It certainly makes you take pause..... "Overview" ✰..•*¨`* ღ•*¨`*•✰"

Hidden Stars

Thanks to Theresa and her beautiful page of inspiration:
"The Road to Me"

Same Love

The first time I heard this song was over a year ago.  It gave me goosebumps. Equality for all will never be gained until we make it so. Bringing it into popular culture through the medium of song and video does just that.
Hats off to Macklemore & Ryan Lewis for having the courage to stand up an speak out.

Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis "Same Love"

Louisiana in September

“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air - moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh - felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.” 
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

The Gift of Solitude

thank you for this lovely thought ....
    from the book "Take the Leap"

     by Heather McClosky Beck

Happiness is an Inside Job

Catching the Moon While Missing a Child

When the stars hang twinkling the moon begs to be found,
My heart chases sleeping and stillness abounds.
Glimpses of light are left fading behind,  
Memories of child's laughter fills my mind.
The stars in the night sky lay in wait,
For another to ask the moon to come out and play. ~ kvg