“We were not put on this world to be perfect, we were put here to try.”How does that sentence make you feel? When the words entered into my ears, they acted like scissors, cutting away the strings that were attached to the burden boulders that were dragging me down. I am the perfect imperfection.
So laugh or smile, And when you do
Soon laughter and smiles, Will fill the rooms
And isn’t that more fun
Then a room full of gloom?
Whomever enter into this room
What you speak in this room
Hard words, heavy, hard footsteps, heavy
Nurturing the Seeds of our future
They, our mothers, determine what will come
It is the results of their best efforts
That we see reflected in, everyone
Noticings…….It is the noticings that matter. Sometimes the noticings are not noticed…….all impact on us, consciously or subconsciously. What are your noticings today? Or not noticing….. 🙂
The journey is fast
It always had an end
Through all of it, Mom and Dad
I understand now – you were the real friend
A Border Collie, an old Case Tractor and a young girl. Searching and seeking for the genuine gems along life’s journey, came easy to them on that hot summers day.
I haven’t, I have….
I haven’t succumb, I haven’t been number one
I have sought positivity, I have enjoyed levity
I haven’t held my tail between my legs ,I haven’t bent my knees and begged,
I have tried to destroy ego, I have used the word no
How have you been?
B Plague versus C Virus. In five years, the Black Plague killed more than 20 million people. In five months, the COVID Virus, has killed 130, 885 people.
Does the Sun Whisper? Gotten sun kisses, painted pigments, not what one wishes ……On a sore exposed nose, burns can be found, colouring the skin, turning people brown…..ish red, an artisan, but what of the sounds? The secret ones, can they be found? Ears are listening, what would they say? One wonders, verbiage of a brilliant day?
What is a friend to you? Is it someone who is kind? Someone who makes you accountable? Even when you’re in a bind? Genuine friendship=unconditional love.
Traffic Light of Life. Someone had turned the volume down on the World. It was like being inside an air tight vacuum. The noise within you deafening. What will you do when the traffic light turns green?