A Thursday

love

and rest

and forgiveness

and gentleness

and another reason to laugh

and a moment to weep

and a pillow to rest your head

and a shoulder to cry on

and a silly song

and a goofy comment

and a sandwich to share

and reason to reminisce

It will be a good day.

Please keep my dad in your prayers. He is still very sick.
Thank you!
Hugs!

Striped Shirt

the day wore a striped shirt

with laughter

and heart ache

New Art & Hafiz Poem

The heart is the thousand-stringed instrument.

Our sadness and fear come from being
Out of tune with love.

All day long God coaxes my lips to speak,

So that your tears will not stain His green dress.

It is not that the Friend is vain,
It is just your life we care about.

Sometimes the Beloved takes my pen in hand,
For Hafiz is a simple man.

The other day the Old One wrote on the Tavern wall:

"The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument
that can only be tuned with LOVE."

-Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky

My Gift

Michael Leunig is a wonderful artist I was introduced to by my fiance.

After sharing some of his quotes in blog posts, a fellow blogger offered to send me a gift.

You see...in Australia, Leunig is a national living treasure.
At the new year, there is a free calendar and a sheet of wrapping paper available to all.

Betsy B was kind enough to offer to send them to me!!

I was thrilled! I love them!
I am still basking in the unexpected kindness of another!
And all the way from Australia!

THANK YOU, BETSY B!

I am so very grateful!

Rainy Day Prayer

God help us

to live slowly:

to move simply:

to look softly:

to allow emptiness:

to let the heart

create for us.

Amen

-Michael Leunig






Tomorrow I shall share the wonderful gift I received from a fellow blogger.

Today it rains! I LOVE it!

YES!

Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive.

One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.

-Eleanor Roosevelt

A simple prayer: YES!

Happy Valentine's Day

love
love
love
love

You Just Know

for brief moments...

you love beyond the pain and smile at the tiny picture

you hear the old man talk on the phone
he speaks of Jesus and baking cookies

...and you know...

you just know

The Constant Friend

speak softly for the threads that weave

hold tenderly to the threads that break

if a robe of fear hides your belly of laughter,

take it off...

find the grass with your bare feet

hold the hand of the Constant Friend

boldy ask for a thread from His robe of love

and tie it around your finger to remember