“Rubbish!” is what they’ll say, “get
on with your life.” But what they don’t understand is that this is our life. We had
a different plan, but it didn’t work out. I know something better is in store for us. A
date set by God; a path not entirely clear at the moment, but that will leave us
with more blessings than we could ever imagine. “Rubbish!” is what they’ll... | to make the most of every occasion, to experience life to its fullest, and to give.
School doesn’t teach you those things. Watching it lived out everyday does; each
and everyday, in a classroom led by mommy and daddy. Even if all we’re able
to accomplish in this life is to raise two good boys, it will have been worth it. But
go tell that to the world. And they’ll laugh. to make the most of every... |
to have life’s simple pleasures. To just enjoy the many things that most people
take for granted; things you probably took for granted yourself, before. And even
my ignorance existed for years. Now we know better. Now we can show our
boys a better way to view the world. We can teach them to enjoy every moment,
to have life’s simple pleasures... | That’s my prayer and that is
my hope. One day very soon, you and I will experience a joy beyond your
husband Eddie’s wildest imagination.
You deserve it. I hope and pray you will get it.
Your loving husband,
That’s my prayer and that... |
I do
all the running around and as crazy as it may sound to some, you want that. So
I can have a rest. If you could have anything for your birthday, I bet you would
want to care for others – to do the giving for a change. An extravagant vacation
is not what you want most. Sure, it sounds great. But you’d settle for much less;
I do
all the running around... | Dearest Linda,
“I” is not a word that you say very often. You’re humble. You’re strong. You
don’t ask for much. In fact, to ask for a simple glass of water is upsetting; you
want to get it on your own. You don’t want to inconvenience others. It’s too
much. I do get it. You are tired of being cared for. You are tired of asking. Dearest Linda,
“I” is not... |
I love that about you and it makes me want to be with you forever.
I want to see you use that smile for 10,000 more days. I want to see you use that gentleness to touch a 1000 more souls. And I can’t wait to see where that zest takes you – to which mountains tops.
Your very happy husband I love that about you and... | One glance and I was hooked for life. Your smile and your gentleness are a wonderful match made in heaven. God drew that smile on your face and then poured gentleness in your heart. No wonder I’m so in love with you. You were made perfect by God, for me.
You have a zest for life that is contagious, a smile that melts my heart, and a gentleness that warms my soul. One glance and I was hooked... |
My wonderful wife,
Zest for life exudes from you, regardless of whether you’re down or not. You want so much out of life, and you don’t hesitate to go get it – even if from your sickbed, while held down for reasons out of your control. A lesser woman would not be able to show the smile that graces your face most every morning. And I must say it’s the most the beautiful smile I ever saw., My wonderful wife,
Zest... | We’d live at the beach with an ocean breeze and an old porch with some rocking chairs you fixed up nice. They’ll have a new coat of paint and a throw blanket over the back. I can just see you sitting there – rocking, enjoying your margarita. You’re beautiful, with your hair gently catching an ocean draft, your eyes glimmering in the sun rays bouncing off the sand.
We’d live at the beach with... |
The sugar is melting and the lemon seeping fast.I want to be there now, at the beach on our porch, enjoying God’s creation – the smell, the majesty of seemingly endless waters, the sand and my favorite of all God’s creations – you.
Come to think, my favorite place is next to you. Who needs the beach? Sure it’s great and it would be nice to live there one day, but beach (or no beach) as long as I’m with you – I’m happy.
The sugar is melting and the... | Looking over the rail, you smile as you watch me approach. An old porch painted white with fencing all around and a gate that swings open easy as I wobble in from a morning bike ride.
I can’t wait to come home from that bike ride! To see you sitting there next to a fresh batch of homemade ice tea, just off the stove with ice still crackling from the stress of its encounter with boiling hot water.
Looking over the rail, you... |
The sugar is melting and the lemon seeping fast.I want to be there now, at the beach on our porch, enjoying God’s creation – the smell, the majesty of seemingly endless waters, the sand and my favorite of all God’s creations – you.
Come to think, my favorite place is next to you. Who needs the beach? Sure it’s great and it would be nice to live there one day, but beach (or no beach) as long as I’m with you – I’m happy.
Happy with you, wherever! The sugar is melting and the... | I do not love you...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
I do not love you
I... |
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
....Pablo Neruda risen from the earth, lives... | risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
....Pablo Neruda risen from the earth, lives... |
I do not love you...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
I do not love you
I... | This is beyond
any religion.
Lovers do not require from God any proof,
or any text, nor do they knock on a door
to make sure this is the right street.
They run,
and they run.
~ Rumi ~ This is beyond
any religion
... |
The Circle Around the Zero
A lover doesn't figure the odds.
He figures he came clean from God
as a gift without a reason,
so he gives without cause
or calculation or limit.
A conventionally religious person
behaves a certain way
to achieve salvation.
A lover gambles everything, the self,
the circle around the zero! He or she
cuts and throws it all away.
The Circle Around the Zero
... | But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
....Maya Angelou But a caged bird stands on... |
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
The caged bird sings
with... | The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The free bird leaps
on the... |
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
.....Elizabeth Barret Browning I love thee purely, as they... | How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
How do I love thee Let me... |
A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.
.....Mark Twain A man cannot be comfortable... | A religion that takes no account of practical affairs and does not help to solve them is no religion.
...Mohandas Gandhi A religion that takes no account... |
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
......Luigi Pirandello In bed my real love has always... | Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
...Mark Twain Twenty years from now you... |
An amazing historic Church building located on Park Avenue...
Park Avenue Historic Church | I don't know anything about this statue but it caught my eye standing in front of the 3 buildings in the background...
Elizabeth Street between Spring and Prince Streets Elizabeth Street Statue |
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