I would receive a surprise visit from someone in my past. I think--two sepearate sources said something about the same thing.
This week end, 'someone from my past' notified me they were coming to this continent soon. The very next day, I went to a store 35 miles away and ran into another person from 'my past'.
There have been two occasions in my life when the horoscope information was completely relevant and precisely on the money. I guess this one makes a third.
I don't pay any attention to them--unless several of them agree.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
A Spoonful of Sugar
Do you think that your cynicism has any effect on the ability of God and nature to continue to give us grace and beauty?
Do you think that if you deny or ignore the blessings of the seasons or of each day--that they don't really happen?
Stopping to smell the roses is not enough. Close your eyes to the the flotsam that surrounds you. Close your ears to the clatter of discordant bile that poisons your soul.
Take yourself to a solitary place--take the rose with you and inhale its words deeply. Caress its petals and allow its sensory messages stroke your stresses away.
Keep its soft touch on your fingers, its inner-light in your own eyes, take in its breath and speak with only that fragrance on your tongue.
The rest of the world will intervene, interfere, and continue to tear itself apart,
but you don't need to be a part of it or take part in the process.
Hold to the image of the rose. It is rooted. It gives beauty and delight. Only when handled carelessly by ignorant or brutish hands does it defend itself with God-given spikes. Teaching the way to touch...a rose.
Do you think that if you deny or ignore the blessings of the seasons or of each day--that they don't really happen?
Stopping to smell the roses is not enough. Close your eyes to the the flotsam that surrounds you. Close your ears to the clatter of discordant bile that poisons your soul.
Take yourself to a solitary place--take the rose with you and inhale its words deeply. Caress its petals and allow its sensory messages stroke your stresses away.
Keep its soft touch on your fingers, its inner-light in your own eyes, take in its breath and speak with only that fragrance on your tongue.
The rest of the world will intervene, interfere, and continue to tear itself apart,
but you don't need to be a part of it or take part in the process.
Hold to the image of the rose. It is rooted. It gives beauty and delight. Only when handled carelessly by ignorant or brutish hands does it defend itself with God-given spikes. Teaching the way to touch...a rose.
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