Thursday, January 28, 2010

Snowflakes and Winter Kisses

Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds,


stars and flowers,
stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes


every form of animate or inanimate existence,
leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Orison Swett Marden


she leaves her impress
upon me.

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Winter Fun

Something about a snowman makes me smile...




One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

One The Subject of Courage

Courage doesn't always roar:
sometimes its the quiet voice
at the end of the day saying,
I'll try again tomorrow.

~Mary Anne Radmacher


I remember my father saying to us girls,
Tomorrow is a new day.
I got in trouble a lot.
I suppose I needed to hear it.
It was a reminder that I had
the opportunity to start over fresh.
I never understood at the time,
how profound my father's word were.
All he got from us were exasperated sighs
and major eye rolls, having heard it 8 million
times before, and knowing those words wouldn't
save us from being grounded.
I never understood what he was giving
us...I do now. Courage, a reminder to keep
trying, that no matter how badly I'd screwed up,
I always had another chance to get it right.
We may not get do overs.
We do get start overs.

These words have served me well over the years.
More often than not I hear them in my head, when
life gets challenging. I dig my heels in, keep pushing through,
no whining, head held high, and get through quietly,
remembering I can, tomorrow is coming, all I have to do
is get through today.

I don't screw up so much anymore. : )

It's funny...growing up I was the child
who did everything but what she was supposed to.

As an adult I am more my fathers daughter than
either of us ever imagined I would be, and this is a good thing.

Tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow we begin again..

One love. One Peace. Always and all ways.

Friday, January 1, 2010


I prefer winter and fall,
when you feel the bone structure of the landscape ...


the loneliness of it,
the dead feeling of winter.

Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn't show.

~Andrew Wyeth

One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways

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