Sunday, May 19, 2013
LIFE IS A MIRACLE
Life is a miracle don't let it slip away,
Open your heart to others, give of yourself each day.
See the beauty in everyone, regardless of where they've been,
Some have a difficult journey and really need a friend.
Share your gifts and talents, listen with your heart.
Do the things you dream about but don't have time to start.
Pick a bouquet of flowers, show someone that you care,
Be gracious and forgiving, for life is never fair.
Hold on to your courage, you may need it down the road,
We all have a cross to bear, it could be a heavy load.
If you practice all these things, wherever you may roam,
You might find both sun and rain, but you'll never feel alone!
~ Author Unknown
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blessings and hugs.........lita
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Women have strengths that amaze ...
They carry children, they carry hardships, they carry burdens,
yet they hold faith, happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They volunteer for good causes.
They are pink ladies in hospitals, they bring food to shut ins.
They are senators, educators, childcare workers, executives, attorneys,
truck drivers, pilots, stay at home moms and your neighbors.
They fight for what they believe in. They stand up against injustice.
They write to the "powers that be" for things that make for a better life.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They can wipe a tear, cover a cut and pat you on the back at the same time.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They tell people that need to be told to straighten up their act.
They lend a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen
and a voice to make suggestions.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They can round up energy, even when they are tired.
They can stay up a little longer to talk to someone that needs a friend.
Women do more than give birth. They bring peace and hope.
They give compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
They weep with joy when their children excel,
and cheer when loved ones get awards.
Women want people to grow into the best person they can be.
They want to touch you in a way that
will make you share your goodness with others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair
... true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes because
that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
~ Author Unknown ~
LET'S CELEBRATE ALL WOMEN THIS SUNDAY..........WHETHER YOU ARE A MOTHER OR NOT.............MAY YOUR DAY BE AS SPECIAL AS YOU ALL ARE TO ME.............
THANKS FOR DROPPING BY
BLESSINGS AND HUGS..................LITA
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Vincent Van Gogh "Old Woman of Arles " 1888
Van Gogh Museum , Amsterdam .
A LIFE WELL LIVED
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee , Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland . The old ladys sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
And now this little old Scottish lady, with seemingly nothing left to give to the world, is the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem that is traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time".....
A Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses
.. What do you see?
What are you thinking
.. When youre looking at me?
A crabby old woman
.. Not very wise?
Uncertain of habit
.. With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food
.. And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice
.. I do wish youd try!
Who seems not to notice
.. The things that you do,
And forever is losing
.. A stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not
.. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding
.. The long day to fill?
Is that what youre thinking??
.. Is that what you see??
Then open your eyes, nurse
.. Youre not looking at me.
Ill tell you who I am
.. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding
.. As I eat at your will.
Im a small child of ten
.. With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters
.. Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen
.. With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now
.. A lover shell meet.
A bride soon at twenty
.. My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows
.. That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now
.. I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide
.. And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty
.. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
.. With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons
.. Have grown and are gone,
But my mans beside me
..To see I dont mourn
At fifty once more
.. Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children
.. My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me
.. My husband is dead,
I look at the future
.. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
..Young of their own ,
And I think of the years
.. And the love that Ive known.
Im now an old woman
.. And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age
.. Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles
.. Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone
.. Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass
.. A young girl still dwells,
And now and again
.. My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys
.. I remember the pain,
And Im loving and living
.. Life over again.
I think of the years
.. All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
.. That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people
.. Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman
.. Look closer
. see, ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person whom you might unthinkingly brush aside without remembering that there's young soul that still lives within them ... for we will all, one day, be there, too!
~ Author Unknown
thanks for dropping by....
blessings and hugs...........lita
Sunday, April 28, 2013
She looks at herself and sees a Queen.
She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.
She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Step-Sister.
(Mom, I can't go to school looking like this!)
She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" but decides to fix herself up as best she can and go out anyway.
She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" and decides she doesn't have time to fix it but she's going out anyway.
She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" but says, "At least I'm clean" and goes out anyway.
She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
She looks at herself and thinks of all those who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore and goes out and conquers the world.
She looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter, and ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.
...Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier.
thanks for dropping by....
blessings and hugs..................lita
Sunday, April 21, 2013
YESTERDAY, TOMORROW... and TODAY
The journey's our goal, our path is the point ...
There are two days in every week we should never worry about,
two days that should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders.
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed, nor erase a single word we've said. Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its impossible adversaries,
its burden, its hopeful promise and unknown performance.
Tomorrow is beyond our control.
Tomorrow's sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds ...
but it will rise ... and until it does.
We have no stake in tomorrow, for it is as yet unborn.
This leaves only one day: TODAY!
Anyone can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when we add the burdens of yesterday and tomorrow that we break down.
It is not the experience of today that drives people mad.
It is the remorse of bitterness for something that happened
yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.
Make TODAY the best day it can be,
and live one day at a time!
~ Author Unknown ~
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blessings and hugs.....lita
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