Thankful

Thankful...

Margaret Mead Quote

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. 

Just like everyone else.

Margaret Mead 

We're All Recovering From Something

The Wisdom Of Snoopy

Be Yourself

You Are Not Alone

John Rohn Quote

David Attenborough Quote

Song Of Evening Rain

We took no notice of a sky turned gray And the change of brooding gloom The autumn rain had tiptoed in We almost missed it's coming, but for leaves That murmured quick surprise along the eaves And tapped excitement on the window-pane But having heard, we left our cozy place And stepped outdoors to smell the air To feel the slope of rain upon the face And could even hear the rustling trees Dripping wet with sheer delight Gratefully welcoming tap-dance songs Of raindrops in the night

Don't Ever Give Up...

Message To Self

Something To Think About

Hallelujah

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

I Thank You Lord

Your Prince Is Coming...

Fight

The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.

A May song should be gay.

I'll wait until November

And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November

That is the time for me.

I'll go out in the frosty dark

And sing most terribly.

And all the little people

Will stare at me and say,

"That is the Crazy Woman

Who would not sing in May."

Gwendolyn Brooks

Ballerina Girl

Ballerina girl 
Dressed for her ballerina world 
Spinning on her toes 
To the soothing melody 
Of the pretty music box 
Ballerina toes 
Dancing on raindrops 
Draping with silk 
Pretty in her pink 
Twirling through stars 
Twinkling with grace 
Quickly she glides 
Delicate with pride 
The strength of a dancer 
Beam rays from inside 
Her fine lines adored 
With her curtsy 
They all applaud 
Red curtains closing 
Velvety to touch 
She's kind like an angel 
Pirouettes through the clouds 
Soft in a sky full of white 
Peacefully she creates a perfect light 
Her style so sleek 
Poise greater than those before 
A beauty we all seek 
To watch her is bliss 
Her gift is so unique 
Our ballerina girl 
Watch her soar 
Beyond this world

Unknown

Happiness

The Five W's

Jesus Is The Only Way...

Is The Lord Calling You Back...?

Be Proud Of Who You Are

Blessings

The Best Things...

Pray...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep. 

Robert Frost

I Am...