LMA Friday

Miss Alcott shared this gem.
Hope it hits its mark.

The humblest tasks

get beautified

if loving hands

do them.

It Is Time

It is time
to believe
in yourself!

People

will love you.

People

will hate you.

And 

absolutely none of it

will have anything

to do with you.

It is time

to believe

in yourself!

Tagore and Me

By Tagore:

The man who plants trees,

knowing that he will

never sit in their shade,

has at least started to understand

the meaning of life.

By Me:

In people-ese,

build up the young,

give them strength,

self-esteem and courage,

realistic preparation

yet wild imaginations,

bravery and a voice.

You may never witness

the amazing things they do,

but you've created a ripple

that cannot be stopped.

The World

Love this!
Although I couldn't find anyone to credit,
I will most assuredly share!

The world around you

is only beautiful

when you are at peace

with the world within you.

Have an extraordinary day.

Memorial Day

I am both excited and humbled
to have a long weekend.

I will be back on here on Tuesday.

Here are just a few things

for us to ponder ...

this weekend and 

every. single. day.

In valor there is hope.

Home of the free, because of the brave.

The patriot's blood is the seed of freedom's tree.

Here men endured that a nation might live.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.

    Rather we should thank God such men lived.

Enjoy your holiday weekend.

Be safe. Be humble. Be thankful.

Thursday Mish Mash

A few snippets
that I've threaded together.
Hope it finds
whoever needs to read it.

Just because

someone carries it well,

doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

Stay aligned

with your own energy

and let people

meet you there.

Crying does not indicate

that you are weak.

Since birth,

it has always been a sign

that you are alive.

Thankful for you all this morning.

SAS

Short and sweet ...
just like me.
(Most of the time)

Be

the type of person

you

want to meet.

Idiomadness

Idiomadness
by Lyn Marinello

Gifted by the grace of God.
Swatted by the hand of fate.
In the midst of anarchy,
silence offers no debate.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you;
but here's some food for thought ...
Why is it that we disregard
the answers we have sought?
Come hell or high water.
On a wing and a prayer.
Hostage to infinite wisdom
yet still sadly unaware.
In the heat of the moment,
as we hang by a thread,
we've forgotten our worth,
each numbered hair on our head.
Is it a blessing in disguise
or are we at the bewitching hour?
We'll sure make ourselves quite ill
with the negativity we devour.
At the drop of a hat
and by the skin of our teeth,
our legacy's created
by the story we bequeath.
Better late than never.
In the blink of an eye.
Labelled many ugly terms
when we dare to just defy.
Instead of walking on eggshells,
let's set the record straight:
We are one in unity.
Division only serves to desecrate.
We've got to try to be better;
to be patient, be gentle, be kind.
The ball is in our very own court
as to what lives in the hearts we leave behind.

33

A nod, today,
to one of my most favorite Ch-Angels:
my daughter, Deanna,

on her birthday!

A beautiful soul

who would give you the shirt off her back

and then help you accessorize it.

A tenacious, always not just half full,

but thankful for the cup kind of human.

A gracious, kind, to a fault forgiving,

and always willing to offer assistance person.

But ...

she is her grandmother's daughter

(from both sides)!

Do not make her angry.

You wouldn't like her when she's angry!

She is an exceptional young woman

with an eternal source of inner strength

and patience and kindness and love.

What a privilege it has been

to be hand picked to be your Momma.

Have a beautiful YOU day, Sunshine!

You deserve the moon and stars!

Happy Birthday!!!

Messy

Not mine,
but stealing
and Lynifying!

I like 

messy people

who don't

fit in a box,

adhere to labels,

follow the crowd,

conform to the masses,

or stay between the lines;

but whose integrity

is greater than any rule book,

whose honesty is unflinching,

and whose loyalty

is stronger than blood.

I like messy people!

Learning

Had a beautiful friend post this,
and I immediately stole it! :-)
It needs to be out there ...

One of the most powerful truths

we can offer our children

is the knowledge that

we are all learning.

None of us have arrived;

we all have room to grow.

This frees our kids

from expecting perfection

from themselves ~

or anyone else ~

because they know that

life is a journey

from day one.

~ Erica Layne

Dear Alice

The secret, dear Alice,

is to surround yourself

with people who

make your heart smile.

It is then, only then,

that you will find Wonderland.

Beautiful Things

Not sure who penned it,
said it,
or claimed it ...
but I sure as heck
am sharing it.

Oh, my darling,

it is true.

Beautiful things

have dents

and scratches, too.

Stop

One Lolly Daskal offered this up.
I'm certain I'm not the only one
who needs to read it.

When you stop chasing

the wrong things,

you give the right things

a chance to catch you.

Have a restful day.

Weight

Kind of Lynified this one.
Love the message
and pretty sure
that we can all use it.

If there is anything

that you should

stop wearing

after the age of 30,

it is the weight

of other people's opinions!

Happy Mother's Day

Motherhood:
All love begins and ends here.
Life doesn't come with a manual.
It comes with a mother.

Wishing all the Moms out there

a most beautiful weekend.

EAELT

ENJOY
ABSOLUTELY
EVERY
LITTLE
THING!

This

Good gravy!
This is fantastic!
And I mean it!!!

I pray you heal

from things

no one has ever

apologized for.

You are not defined by

the actions of others.

Wake

Wake
in the morning

with a winged heart;

spread joy

in your day's flight;

carry hopes

for a brighter tomorrow;

soar high

to see beyond what ails you;

linger

where your soul is happy;

perch

to share a joyful tune;

and

in the evening,

come home to rest

in a nest well earned.

A little Pooh Tuesday

Brought a smile to my face this morning.
Hope it does to yours as well.

I always get

to where I'm going

by walking away

from where I've been.

There's even a little depth to that.

Let it sink in.

Purpose in the Pain

This is for so many people, including me ...
Susie, Billy, Donald, Daun, Kim and Kathleen,
Susan, Amie, Pattie, Mandy, Stacy, Little Danny,
Cheryl, Tonya, Kristen, all of my brothers,
and so many more.
It does not matter if your loss had two legs or four,
infant, sibling, spouse, or parent ...
that ache is indescribable.
I'm hoping I've captured some good here.
Please let me know what you think.


Purpose in the Pain
by Lyn Marinello

In the midst of the ache, scarred by the loss,
it has to have some meaning, not some trivial dross.
Scabbed by betrayal of years absconded.
Could I have changed things with how I responded?
Recovery's a pipe dream. Time heals naught.
Tangled in emotions; inexorably caught.
Can anyone explain our faulty expiration dates?
How are we supposed to handle these random earthly fates?
Will the chasms left behind ever again be traversed?
Or the emptiness within ever adequately be conversed?
Will the tears upon my pillow drown me in my sleep,
as they slowly fill the void of the space you used to keep?
The chatter we used to share is a deafening silence now.
I'm paralyzed by the vacancy. I'm trying to move, but how?
I'm just a hollow shell of all the things we shared.
I cannot find the reason why you're gone and I am spared.
I know that in my anguish I've met many a kindred spirit.
They may not erase the hurt, but have managed well to cheer it.
I've listened while they wailed, to tales both grand and unassuming.
How the aid of helping others denied my grief ~ its all-consuming.
That while owning every tear and embracing each emotion;
I have quelled the constant pang and stilled my inner chaos and commotion.
While allowing other's sorrows a place to freely flow,
we're commiserating heartaches I wish no one had to know.
They have yelled and cried and laughed. I've held them seemingly together.
The connections that we've lost create a co-dependent tether.
In the holding of their hands they, in turn, have held my own,
and together, in isolation, we've learned that we are not alone.
We can relate and recognize. We can understand without any speech.
We learn from one another, but we're also here to teach.
We've been shaken to our core; been led to others also crushed.
Been given strength to see them through and both miseries are hushed.
The precious gifts we've lost, forge a bond with those we've gained.
Mourning is communal. There is purpose in the pain

Self-Control

No name to credit.

Self control is strength.

Calmness is mastery.

You have to get to a point

where your mood doesn't shift

based on the insignificant actions

of someone else.

Don't allow others

to control the direction

of your life.

Don't allow your emotions

to overpower your intelligence.

I'm working on it.

I'm working on it.

Hmmmm

Read this this morning
and I kept coming back to it.

Sometimes,

things just grab you,

make you think,

make you wonder,

make you go hmmmm.

Wherever you stand

be the soul of that place.

Run

Hey there kids!
This is not mine, but I concur.

Your heart

knows the way.

Run

in that direction.

A Ch-Angel Post

I did not pen this,
but I love this.

When you think

    your faith has failed you,

all your hopes

    and dreams are gone,

listen for 

    the Angel's voice

that whispers,

    "Just hang on."