Don't let small setbacks diminish belief in yourself. Just because you get a fortune cookie with nothing in it doesn't mean you have no future.
Honesty makes all conversation worthwhile.
The sun comes up on anything. It's up to each of us to make our own day worthwhile.
Blogging is a bit like trimming my toenails. No big difference is made, but somehow I feel a little more comfortable.
Long ago, even then a worrier, perhaps from knowing the world improves itself to greater danger (What once were gentle paths are now high-speed highways), I ease the door to peek into the unpunctuated dark of my small daughter's room. I squint and wait for resolution. And then it comes -- the slope of her back. She is turned away from me. Only the wall can see her face, but I can hear her breathing. I can smell the stray dog we "just had to let inside." I close the door slowly, quietly, leave like a nurse. I'll be back to check again in a couple hours...... If motherhood could be judged by love alone, I will always be a perfect mother.
Accept that your first kiss will be awkward, excellence is an impossibility worth striving for, and death your best lesson in humility.
Coins encrusted in a water fountain record wishes relying on a single cast. There is poetry in the action, but more result can be achieved by redirecting a dream into a harder-working hand.
A GOOD THING TAKEN TOO FAR? This "political correctness" is madness! I am confused. If I wake up off-balance, does that make me listfully-challenged? Would being too happy or not happy enough be blissfully-challenged? And how would it work with urination? Too frequent, or inability -- which might be considered pis--- Hold on, let 's leave that one right there!
Only the Country buoyed through troubled water on the strong backs of those who love it can maintain its greatness.
Strength is useless without empathy, education powerless without drive.
I trust sincerity over eloquence, dedication above popularity, an honest mistake far beyond calculated deception.
Negativity is a mass murderer. Look to the bright side. If a sprout of hope cannot be found, plant a seed.
In the home, no strength is greater than honor, no beauty more excellent than that of devotion.
No good can come from carrying a bad report, from spreading gossip. I ask no man to entertain me with the elements or details of his personal life. I let the plumber plumb, the actor act, expect only that for which I paid.
I walk through a crowd of children, and they laugh.
I remember being a child and laughing when an older person passed.
Odd though, for the life of me, I don't know what was amusing then,
Or what makes me funny now.
I try to be a tidy person. Shoes beneath my bed, neatly pointed outward. Clothes hung in sets for a week of wearing. Everything is routine, has shape, clarity, definition, religious order, except of course, for important things like world hunger and world peace, about which I join the disorderly majority-- confused, with little clue.
Put no evil substance in your body. If you had a lucky childhood, as I did, the only high you will ever need is youth, and then your memory of it-- that grand time when you were swift, sure-footed, confident, infallible and so totally beyond destruction.
Since no mentality has definite lines, definitive form, nor strict portrayal, we might each, at some point, be the monster in the dark, recognizing it just enough to make us sleep with our own lights on.
What inner void addicts us to illusion, sutures us to methods of escape, invites us to bring our toy cars to play in a quicksand box? By what deceptive smile are we lured from our prison of discontent to events where play is much too rough? When did it happen that the joy of sunrise, loved ones, flowers, and sandy beaches ceased to be enough?
HAD I COURAGE, I WOULD CLIMB
The mountain is an upward conclusion, imagination steeled by perserverance, understanding cast from solitude. Many climb to know the wisdom of the face of stone, to touch jaws that jut to ledges, and to there suffer assault on reason being stormed to its maturity. Man loses his frivols on the mountain, his coins, his toys, and feels his soul plucked to bald beauty worthy of ascension for audience with God.
Long ago in school, I sewed a pleated skirt, magenta. The waistband was flawless, the zipper perfect. (Oh, all right, my mother may have helped me with that.) The Home-Ec teacher gave me an A, which was even then peculiar.
If I had gained 300 pounds, the skirt would still have been far too big for me --- proof positive that what is good is not always fitting.
Because a newborn does not know the struggles of another, being born is basic, simple, and we start to gather what we need, and what we don't need until, if we are lucky, we reach old age and then begin to shed what we never needed, and what we did, until death too is fundamental. The wise make space between entry and exit count.
Probably half of what we say is meaningless, so at a time when there is just one right thing to say that could bring comfort or resolution, why do we so often stay silent?
I am a tool, as we all are, hoping to find, and to be found for useful purpose.
My father was a fist, my mother an open palm. I learned from each, if no more than this -- not to be a pointed finger.
Childhood is absolute, being an adult cluttered, Let me, a moment, be a child again, with silly grin - on the seasaw, up and down, far out on the swing.....
If given a choice between vices-- if to boast, say about celebrity contact, or to indulge a taste for chocolate, I choose the one that does not violate another's right of privacy, and spend the afternoon eating bon-bons...
Do not linger on supposition. Apply the Golden Rule to every situation in your life. Instantly, the correct answer will be known......
You may have millions of dollars, whereas I may make due with a handful of dimes. Steak might hang over your plate while I stab at a small piece of cheese at plate's center. Perchance, you sip champagne. Maybe I chug-a-lug beer, but if we both went blind, lost hearing and reason, is there any true measure of which of us would be poorer?
Our forefathers are gone.The pickpocket of death has taken them all into the night. They left behind the papers and books, the wisdom-- a tangible trust and ethereal guideline as impetus for us to continue the work, dedication, and hope that this great nation continues to reign.
I am an American. Conservative by nature. Empathic by will. Grateful through realization. I have no Country- damaging affiliations, no special agenda. I am just an ordinary person, soul-deep, and full-hearted with appreciation for all who have and do struggle to keep the breath in this land.
Monetary Value-- (contains some exaggeration or understatement) I live in America, outright own a 750 sq.ft. house, a 12-year old truck, maybe 15 changes of clothes, 3 pairs of shoes, 1 party dress and a great big can full of pennies. Compare that to the world. Don't think for a minute I don't know how lucky I am.
Aspiration is the dream of a single grain of sand dropped into a full bucket, stirred through, against all odds, still hoping to be noticed. But dreamers are not noted for their wisdom. It is through great passion they prevail.
In art, reason may be the money man between incitement and flamboyance, but anyone who minimizes creativity specifically to fill his wallet steals from himself. Paint, sculpt, write, whatever, first for your own pleasure. The world will follow, or it won't.
The Power of Positive Thinking: It's Only a Mountain. Move it.