☆☽☆´´¯`•.¸¸.☆ Lay back and stretch as you gaze out into the stars that light the background of our nights. The moon conducts the symphony of twinkling lights that dapple the pathway into our minds eye. Let us capture your imagination and produce "aha" moments. ☆☽☆´´¯`•.¸¸.☆Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you.*¯`•.¸¸.☆ ~☽~
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
"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
~ Marianne Williamson
◇◇♡ 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.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbIca-hQV2hDVGjakjEg8z8GiT1hIxudLUAogTjjK9Svd_0zkt7bxqA439sm9AtieDysBkPDadNjeYCkYJ5gwkdlCPlr9ISd-PNdmBr20nNEgrTxiye7qGFEZUScTnFr-ghSWDXdzlHU/s320/2013-10-20+16.28.25-2.png)
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.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbbIca-hQV2hDVGjakjEg8z8GiT1hIxudLUAogTjjK9Svd_0zkt7bxqA439sm9AtieDysBkPDadNjeYCkYJ5gwkdlCPlr9ISd-PNdmBr20nNEgrTxiye7qGFEZUScTnFr-ghSWDXdzlHU/s320/2013-10-20+16.28.25-2.png)
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