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Saturday, December 6, 2008
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Source: ABC News Radio. According to the Plain English Foundation a new study from Princeton University shows that writers who use long words needlessly are seen as less intelligent than those who stick with a basic vocabulary. *Now I feel better :-)
Buddhist Chant
Zen Meditation Chimes
URL Sites of Interest-Check these out
Inspirational Lotus Pond
Sharing a Frog
The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen.
--Reinhold Niebuhr
Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen.
--Reinhold Niebuhr
Contributors
Bree and I
From the inspired Friendship poem ' If ' - by Rudyard Kipling
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
Somewhere in Time
5/13/07
Nick 2008
Bree 2008
Jake 2008
ORDER OF THINGS
There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.
I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.
There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,
Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place.
From the Book - Poems of Life
There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.
I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.
There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,
Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place.
From the Book - Poems of Life
Be Yourself
Dare to be different; life is so full of people who follow the same push-and-pull.
Poor, plodding people who, other than name
try to pretend they're exactly the same.
God made men different; there never will be
a replica soul made of you or of me.
The charm........the glory of all creation rests on this very deviation.
Your charm.....your own glory, too
lies in being uniquely you.....
Lies in being true to your best
that part of you different from all the rest.
The mighty mist
American Falls/Niagara
bottom of the falls/American side
Nick and Mom in the 1 Mile Run
Syracuse 2007, btw Nick ran around a 6 minute mile -WOW! Good job Nicki
Mermaid by the Koi Pond
The Mother of the Pond, Taken on Mother's Day 5/13/07
Little Miss Independence
Fireman Jake
What Bree and Jake Have Learned
Breathe in Breathe out
By Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Today I wheezed, today I sneezed, today I learned a lesson. That breathing in and out each day is really quite a blessing.
Some tubes connect my mouth to my lungs, And at times they swell up like balloons. And when they do, the air squeeks through, so my breathing appears out of tune.
This swelling occurs when I pat the dog, or run out in the cold. When grass is cut, or leaves are raked, or when there's lots of mold.
I’m absent when the tubes swell tight. Some say I'm playing hooky, but when breathing is a struggle, I can't even eat a cookie.
I've learned what I've got is called asthma. It's a good thing for me that I'm bright. I test my breathing at the start of each day, and avoid things that make the tubes tight.
The dog sleeps in the basement. I keep my stuffed toys clean. No one's allowed to smoke inside, hope you don't think that's mean.
Sometimes no matter what I do the tubes swell anyhow, but I have tricks tucked up my sleeve. I'll share some with you now.
I puff special medicine into my mouth with a nebulizer gadget. It works to open up the tubes. It really is like magic.
Before I play some basketball or run out in the rain, I puff a different medicine. Then I can join the game.
I don't eat many junk foods, and I try hard not to whine. These tricks help me stay healthy, So most times I'm just fine.
If breathing in and breathing out a zillion times each day, is something you do without thinking a thought, thank God for this gift when you pray.
One of my Favorites
How You've grown
Maine
footprints to paradise
My dream boat
someday...
Pemaquid Light House
Myst Rollin in From the Sea
My aren't you beautiful...
Ava by the Birch Grove
5/13/07
The Kiss
It's a bloody mess, but we are happy !
A Recipe for Mothers---
Today I left some dishes dirty.
The bed I made at 3:30.
The nappies soaked a little longer.
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilt the day before
are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall
will likely still be there next fall.
The dirty streaks on the window panes
will still be there next time it rains.
"Shame on you, old lazy bones," I say...
"And just what have you done today!"
I nursed a baby till he slept.
I held a toddler while he wept.
I played a game of hide and seek.
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song.
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that it shows,
I guess it's true.
Unless you think that what I've done
might be important to someone.
With bright blue eyes and soft blond hair.
If that is true, I've done my share.
© 1996 Wide Smiles
Classic Poem About Songs by The Poet Goethe
SONGS.
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Late resounds the early strain;Weal and woe in song remain.
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SOUND, SWEET SONG.
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land,
Sighing softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.
1820.*
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Late resounds the early strain;Weal and woe in song remain.
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SOUND, SWEET SONG.
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land,
Sighing softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.
1820.*
Looking Back
~ I Wish I Could Have Known Me ~
I wish I could have known me, when I was just a child. I think I would have liked the girl who seemed so meek and mild ...The girl who feared rejection, yet had the sweetest spirit; the one who would have been herself, if only she didn't fear it. We would have been the best of friends. I would pull her out of her shell. If I knew, then, what I know now, I would have always said, "Oh, well!" I would tell her, "You'll be pretty some day, when you are grown. Don't worry about freckles or rejection. Worry about the love you've shown." Yes, I wish I would have known me when I was a little girl. Then I could have told myself," In a room of gems, you're a pearl!"
© 2005 by Claytia Doran