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Sunday, December 20, 2009
eMailing Joy WORLDWIDE
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse;
My wife she awoke to ask what was the matter,
'Twas not Santa Claus, 'twas my keyboard clatter.
One would think that my friends would all be fast asleep,
But why does my email go click-click and beep-beep?
'Cause elsewhere in the world it's tomorrow already
And my flood of email comes strong, fast and steady.
My eNews buddies are browsing and leaping
They still cruise the Web while others are sleeping;
With most people in bed, all cozy and curled,
Our eNews goes click-click and changes the world
While the old-fashioned types still send their regards
By snail mail with postage and hard-copy Christmas cards,
My cyberspace friends simply copy and paste
Their cute email greetings, just in time with no waste.
I type "Froehliche Weihnachten" for my German friends,
My "Feliz Navidad" Spanish greetings extends,
And my English buddies get a "Chin-chin old chap!"
"Put a shrimp on the barbie!" is my Down-under rap.
While my wife sends her few cards with stamps and lick-lick.
I send off four thousand email cards with a click;
The answers come back at almost speed of light,
That’s what makes my email go beep-beep in the night.
But please, cyber friends, don’t email too much;
Don't just have a virtual Christmas ... go touch!
I wish you all a good time and lots of good cheer
To all a good Christmas! And a Happy New Year!
Christmas 2002 version from JimPinto.com
(This poem was first written on Christmas Eve, 1975 by Jim Pinto.)
wishing you all the most blessed and a happy Christmas ever...........
blessings and hugs..................lita
Friday, December 11, 2009
IN THE SPIRIT ...
my special list..................
I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book,
And every now and then, I go and take a look;
And that is when I realize that these names are all a part ...
Not of the book they're written in, but of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme;
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
Though you may not be aware of any special link,
Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think;
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase
The memory of those pleasant words nor of a friendly face.
So please don't think my greeting as just a mere routine,
Your name was not forgotten somewhere in-between;
For when I send a greeting, that is addressed to you,
It's because you are on that list of folks I'm indebted to.
For I am the total of the many folks that I have met,
And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget.
So whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part in shaping things I do.
And every year at this time, I realize anew ...
The best gift life can offer is meeting folks like you.
So may the Spirit of this Season, that ever endures,
Leave the richest blessings in the hearts of YOU and YOURS.
By Helen Steiner Rice 1949 in "Christmas Blessings"
thanks so much to each and everyone here who has been part of my journey.................you have helped me come back again and again and not allowed me to give up on myself as well as others too.........thanks so much for being there for me for that am forever grateful..............wishing you all the blessings of the Christmas Season...............
blessings and hugs.................lita
Saturday, December 05, 2009
this was sent to me and thought i would share it here...............
Change Your Thinking
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'
Saturday, November 28, 2009
George Carlin's Views on Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
'How old are you?' 'I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna’ be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna’ be 16! And then the greatest day of your life!
You become 21.. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling.. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone...
But! wait!! ! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and make it to 60.
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!
You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST 92.'
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!'
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. ! Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever, even ham radio. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's family name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6... The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on.. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting '…….holy sh*t ....what a ride!'
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Land of THANKFULNESS
I live in the Land of Thankfulness ...
I love the Land of Thankfulness where blessings overflow;
I claim it as my native home, most charming land I know;
And if I've need of anything, no matter what it be,
I just give thanks with confidence and see it come to me;
I like to live in Thankfulness! Would live there all my days,
Would let its spirit stir my soul and fill my heart with praise;
I questioned once how I had found a place of such a kind,
Knew I'd discovered it because I'd thankful thoughts in mind;
Oh, come with me to Thankfulness! We ask this of you:
That you be always thankful, friend, this is all you do;
And if there's anything you need, no longer doubt or fear,
The thing you seek's awaiting you, it surely will appear.
© 2004 Frank B. Whitney - Unity "Daily Word"
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by
a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with
deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.
~ Albert Schweitzer
Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there
be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.
~Konrad von Gesner
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it ...
is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
~ William Arthur Ward
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life ...
It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial
into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today,
and creates a vision for tomorrow.
~Melody Beattie
i wish i could write such wonderful blogs that others do but i am not talented with words so i try to find relavant poems................hope you don't mind.............i have reached another plateau so continue to plod along as best i can and thanks to everyone here at sparks you keep me coming back day after day..................i am so grateful and appreciate it so much..............
to all those celebrating Thanksgiving later this coming week................may it be all that you wish for and more....................
blessings and hugs to all.....................lita
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