Wednesday, April 30, 2014

~ Pablo Neruda

“But I love your feet 
only because they walked
 
upon the earth and upon
 
the wind and upon the waters,
 
until they found me.”
 

Pablo Neruda










― C.S. Lewis

“Someday you will be old enough to start reading 

fairy tales again.” 

 C.S. Lewis

― Sylvia Plath, From Ariel: The Restored Edition
























“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression 
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.” 
 Sylvia PlathAriel: The Restored Edition

Monday, April 28, 2014

~ Walt Whitman










Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

~ Walt Whitman

...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

Under the Sparkling Stars























Under the sparkling stars and the pale fire of the rising moon, 
or under the incandescence of the rising sun,
 
whether you are slipping over into your dreamscape and starlight,
or awakening to your new day,
 
I wish for you to acknowledge your creative brilliance within your dreams and within your daily life.
 
Know that you were born to be a joyful and loving being,
 
with the ability to contribute your unique qualities
 
for the benefit of all people,
 
One People, living on this Earth.
 
- Heather McCloskey 

~ Led Zeppelin




















"Yes, there are two paths you can go by, 
but in the long run, 
there's still time to change the road you're on ..."

~ Led Zeppelin

Sunday, April 27, 2014

All grown-ups were once children

Photo: “All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.” 
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.” 

 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Layers

























……In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes

   ~by Stanley Kunitz

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Secret of Genius


Life is Art


*••.¸¸☾☆★¸¸.•*¨*••.¸¸☾☆¸.•*¨*★☆☾¨*• I begin the Night Journey

*••.¸¸☾☆★¸¸.•*¨*••.¸¸☾☆¸.•*¨*★☆☾¨*•

I begin the Night Journey in your eyes
toward the wild desert fragrance
I longed for all day.
~ Rumi ~
*••.¸¸☾☆★¸¸.•*¨*••.¸¸

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbitt


Photo: “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 

~Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbit


“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” 
Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbitt

Wear Purple Now

~ Dr. Steve Maraboli


I wish you














I wish you humor and a twinkle in the eye.
I wish you glory and the strength to bear its burdens.
I wish you sunshine on your path and storms to season your journey. I wish you peace--in the world in which you live and in the smallest corner of the heart where truth is kept.
I wish you faith--to help define your living and your life.
More I cannot wish you--except perhaps love--to make all the rest worthwhile.

Robert A. Ward

Hope Floats

“Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.” 

Hope Floats~

~Dean Koontz


Saturday, April 19, 2014

She Let Go


Photo courtesy of Joy in the Journey 
Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the 'right' reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go......

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

~ Rev. Safire Rose

E E Cummings


ღ¸.✻´´¯`✻.¸¸.Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ....and don't forget to love yourself


When I Am an Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple





When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go or only bread and pickles for a week and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry and pay our rent and not swear in the street and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple

¸.°**°..¸☆ by Jenny Joseph