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The Human Abstract Posted 12/8/2006 11:36:41 PM Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual fear brings Peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care. He sits down with holy fears, And waters the ground with tears; Then Humility takes its root Underneath his foot. Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head, And the caterpillar and fly Feed on the Mystery. And it bears the fruit of Deceit, Ruddy and sweet to eat, And the raven his nest has made In its thickest shade. The gods of the earth and sea Sought through nature to find this tree, But their search was all in vain: There grows one in the human Brain. (1) Comments

The Three Secrets of Happy Relationships Posted 12/1/2006 11:40:54 PM This article has caught my attention,try reading it.It's very insightful. Did you know that nothing is really secret? Nothing! All the solutions to happy relationships are right before your eyes. Every wonderful, glorious aspect of the original nature of human nature can be seen in Mother Nature’s perfect relationship with herself. Nature is the window to your soul, humanities garden of Paradise. Stand naked in nature and awaken to your soul, for it is happiness waiting to happen. Your birthright is happiness. Why? Because your soul is a divine, eternal aspect of a perfect universe as expressed in nature’s perfection. In your soul lies all the love and wisdom found in the nature of the universe. All the learned lessons, the universal laws, the creative arts, the knowledge since the beginning of time are recorded there. The answer to every question, the solution to every problem lies inside each of us. We are born knowing that happiness is the original nature of human nature because the love and wisdom in our souls sound loud and clear in our minds. So why, as adults, are there so few truly happy people, so few really happy relationships? What the heck happened to all that love and wisdom born of our souls? I found out what happened by pioneering a philosophy of love whose three keys to happiness solve the mystery of happy relationships. Sharing this important information with the world was so important for me that I spent seventeen years researching, studying, and writing a book-Fall Into Freedom: An Affair Inspires One Woman’s Search for Truth. Here is my two-point snapshot of what the heck happened to happiness and The Philosophy of how to get it back: 1) Psychological Healing: As discussed above, when we are born our conscious minds are directly connected to the love and wisdom in our souls. The voice of our souls live in our subconscious mind telling our conscious mind that we are divine, eternal sparks of the substance-light-that fills the universe. What results from love, wisdom, divinity, and eternity is a natural way of feeling happy. At birth our souls know the purpose of our lives. Our souls give us this information by way of our feelings. To varying degrees after birth, our caretakers guide us in ways that serve their feelings of who they think we should be instead of serving our soul feelings. Any person directing us against our natural soul feelings hurts our happy feelings, turning happy feelings into hurt feelings. Hurt feelings are the root cause of unhappiness. Unhealed hurt feelings turn into pain, then anger, then hate, then fear. This is called fear conditioning. The fear that results from hurt feelings is stored in our subconscious with the love in our souls. At this point, the subconscious contains both fear and love. As time passes and hurt feelings mount, fear begins to fill up the subconscious, pushing the voice of the soul into the far reaches of the subconscious where the consciousness can barely hear it. The loving voice that gives us our individual purpose and the wisdom that we are divine, eternal beings has been silenced by the loud voices in our environment. As our soul feelings in our subconscious are light, making us happy, the fear feelings in the subconscious are dark, making us unhappy. But since the hurt feelings that led to the fear are subconscious, we don’t know why we are unhappy. Unhappiness results because the subconscious has great power over the consciousness. The symptoms of subconscious fear cause thoughts, feelings, and behaviors such as anger, blame, and judgment. To stay in denial of the fear that resulted from hurt feelings, fear is projected into others as anger, blame and judgment. Anger, blame, and judgment justify all kinds of destructive behaviors that cause unhappy relationships. Projection of those inner feelings can lead to fights, affairs, divorce, multiple breakups, etc. But alas! There is a solution to all this unhappiness, a way to free the subconscious from fear, reconnect with the voice of the soul, and have happy relationships! The hurt feelings that are the root cause of fear can be revealed to be healed. By making the subconscious conscious, we can seek, find, and heal hurt feelings, freeing us from fear. One way to do that is by understanding that our projected feelings are ours alone. Our relationships with others are a reflection of our relationship with ourselves, a result of childhood fear conditioning. We are attracted to people with fear/love conditioning similar to ours and visa versa. For better and for worse, that is what marriage is all about! To heal, we must take responsibility for the hurt child inside ourselves. That requires returning to those feelings and getting them up and out. This process frees the subconscious from the dark side, allowing the light to shine through. When the light of our souls shines through, we are free to be happy. And since our relationships with others are a reflection of our relationship with ourselves, we will have happy relationships, be it romantic, parent/child, friendship, co-worker, even strangers! 2) Spiritual Healing: Through meditation, our minds can directly connect with our souls. The soul must be personally experienced to end doubt that all souls are a divine, eternal aspect of the divine source of life, Universal Spirit (US). Psychological and spiritual healing work together, both necessary for psychological health and spiritual growth: psychological and spiritual enlightenment. To meditate, all conscious thoughts are silenced. We enter a void of silence. In the void our soul-which is one with Universal Spirit (US)-connects directly with our minds and gives us whatever information is most important for us to have. As an example of meditation, here is an excerpt from Fall Into Freedom, An Affair Inspires One Woman's Search for Truth: My eyes were closed, but I felt more awake in this unseen universe than in my seen universe. The knowledge I received felt profoundly correct. The information was a revelation. Revelations were awakening me to truths I had kept sleeping in the far reaches of my mind. The void felt as if I were viewing myself from the outside in. All my thoughts and feelings were an objective experience. I had been in complete denial of how John’s [my husband had been verbally abusing me for eighteen years] words affected me. Because falling into the void stopped conscious thought and painful emotion, the need for denial vanished. With denial at rest, my repressions streamed forth from my subconscious mind and flowed directly into my conscious mind. Forcing me out of denial by awakening my conscious mind to my truth, universal consciousness was making my subconscious conscious! Revelations were transforming me from the darkness of unknowing to the light of knowing. . . . I remembered hearing that every atom in the human body is the exact replica of the universe, a miniature solar system of electrons spiraling a nucleus like planets around the sun. Contained in each atom is all the information that has ever been. Quantum physics found that everything in known solar systems is made out of the same atoms, bodies of atomic energy differentiating themselves by frequency and pattern. Filled with revelations, meditation was showing me that my body confirmed scientific fact. For when my consciousness ascended into this dimension of higher frequency, dispersing the clutter of ego, both knowledge and knowingness were inescapable. Since the physical self and universal self were made out of the exact same atoms, discovery of truth was an eventual certainty, not only for me, but for everybody. To my happy surprise, with truth came the solution to every mystery. The loving frequency of the union of human and divine made me feel so safe in the resolution of each mysterious behavior, I found myself a willing participant in seeking, finding, and understanding the thoughts, words, and deeds that made John and I partners in the crime of denial. By making my subconscious conscious, meditation was ripping away one denial at a time, helping me see how we had been struggling to hold on to past sorrows at the cost of present happiness. Unmasked were secret thoughts and feelings to which our marriage had become a slave, those repressed thoughts and feelings harvesting the ongoing drama of our marriage. A higher consciousness was making my consciousness aware that the seeking determined the finding of truth. All the repressed thoughts and feelings that caused my fear had to be revealed to be healed. Revealing then purifying repressions with understanding, forgiveness, and compassion was the initiatory journey to becoming the person I wanted to be. In the void, miraculous discoveries both wonderful and awful contained no judgment about the truths they revealed. Oneness with the universe demonstrated that a humanity void of fear, judgment, and blame and full of understanding, forgiveness, and compassion would reveal win/lose battles to be archaic blunders. A humanity who understood that the darkness of war, personal or global, had no chance of driving out the darkness of fear. A humanity who understood that only love could drive out the darkness of fear would change the world. As I said, there are no secrets. In the next section, when I tell you what the three secrets to happy relationships are, it will be as if you already knew them, like you are remembering something you already knew. That is called knowingness. The three secrets of happy relationships: are understanding, forgiveness, and compassion. UFC is the definition of love, the love we are all learning to give ourselves, others, and the world. Every time we have understanding a behavior we are more able to forgive. Every time we have forgiveness for a behavior we are more able to have compassion. And every time we have more compassion for a behavior, we grow in love. There is no forgiveness without understanding, no compassion without forgiveness, no love without compassion, and no happiness without love. (UFC does not negate responsibility or accountability, nor does it mean staying in an abusive relationship.) UFC is the expression of the wisdom in our souls. Love and wisdom expressed as UFC, combined with meditation (UFC+US) is The Philosophy of Fall Into Freedom: Psychological and spiritual healing spiritualizes our human nature. Spiritualizing our human nature is the meaning of life and the only way to happiness, the only freedom. The Philosophy of (UFC+US) is the process of going from fear to love. It is a model of psychological and spiritual enlightenment that can be used by anyone to have happy, healthy, loving relationships. Seeking happy relationships with the understanding, forgiveness, and compassion born of the soul determines the finding of the garden of Paradise. Experiencing our souls teaches us the truth that the original nature of our human nature is spirit. The truth will set you free to be! Mystery solved! About the Author Diana Marie Weitzel, M.A., Author of Fall Into Freedom: An Affair Inspires One Woman’s Search for Truth, a true story about how she pioneered The Three Keys To Happiness, a philosophy that takes a world of fear and confusion and inspires love and wisdom. Visit http://www.fallintofreedom.com for free advice and articles. (1) Comments

Alphabet of Happiness Posted 11/29/2006 11:53:44 PM A--Accept Accept others for who they are and for the choices they've made even if you have difficulty understanding their beliefs, motives, or actions. B--Break Away Break away from everything that stands in the way of what you hope to accomplish with your life. C--Create Create a family of friends whom you can share your hopes, dreams, sorrows, and happiness with. D--Decide Decide that you'll be successful and happy come what may, and good things will find you. The roadblocks are only minor obstacles along the way. E--Explore Explore and experiment. The world has much to offer, and you have much to give. And every time you try something new, you'll learn more about yourself. F--Forgive Forgive and forget. Grudges only weigh you down and inspire unhappiness and grief. Soar above it, and remember that everyone makes mistakes. G--Grow Leave the childhood monsters behind. They can no longer hurt you or stand in your way. H--Hope Hope for the best and never forget that anything is possible as long as you remain dedicated to the task. I--Ignore Ignore the negative voice inside your head. Focus instead on your goals and remember your accomplishments. Your past success is only a small inkling of what the future holds. J--Journey Journey to new worlds, new possibilities, by remaining open-minded. Try to learn something new every day, and you'll grow. K--Know Know that no matter how bad things seem, they'll always get better. The warmth of spring always follows the harshest winter. L--Love Let love fill your heart instead of hate. When hate is in your heart, there's room for nothing else, but when love is in your heart, there's room for endless happiness. M--Manage Manage your time and your expenses wisely, and you'll suffer less stress and worry. Then you'll be able to focus on the important things in life. N--Notice Never ignore the poor, infirm, helpless, weak, or suffering. Offer your assistance when possible, and always your kindness and understanding. O--Open Open your eyes and take in all the beauty around you. Even during the worst of times, there's still much to be thankful for. P--Play Never forget to have fun along the way. Success means nothing without happiness. Q--Question Ask many questions, because you're here to learn. R--Relax Refuse to let worry and stress rule your life, and remember that things always have a way of working out in the end. S--Share Share your talent, skills, knowledge, and time with others. Everything that you invest in others will return to you many times over. T--Try Even when your dreams seem impossible to reach, try anyway. You'll be amazed by what you can accomplish. U--Use Use your gifts to your best ability. Talent that's wasted has no value. Talent that's used will bring unexpected rewards. V--Value Value the friends and family members who've supported and encouraged you, and be there for them as well. W--Work Work hard every day to be the best person you can be, but never feel guilty if you fall short of your goals. Every sunrise offers a second chance. X--X-Ray Look deep inside the hearts of those around you and you'll see the goodness and beauty within. Y--Yield Yield to commitment. If you stay on track and remain dedicated, you'll find success at the end of the road. Z--Zoom Zoom to a happy place when bad memories or sorrow rears its ugly head. Let nothing interfere with your goals. Instead, focus on your abilities, your dreams, and a brighter tomorrow. (1) Comments

Portrait of a Young Man Posted 11/29/2006 11:38:32 PM A Portrait of a Young Man. 2 Portrait of a Young Man was painted by Angolo Bronzino between the years of 1503-1572. The portrait is 37 5/8 by 29 ½ inches and is an oil on wood( Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1999). I picked this painting because of the self assurance, at first glance, of the young man that is depicted. This appealed to me because it reflected my own attitude. After studying the portrait for a considerable amount of time I began to see possible sadness or self-doubt in the young mans face that betrays his powerful stance. I felt a connection to the young man, knowing all too well what it was like to present a powerful outside image while knowing there was a self conscious and scared person inside. The main image of the portrait is the young man. He is wearing a long black jacket, in the style of the sixteenth century, with part of a white ruffled collar and cuffs peeking out of his jacket. He is also wearing a black and what appears to be a beaded beret. He has a light complexion. His oval shaped face contains an oval shaped dark eyes with light, rounded eyebrows. He has an elongated nose with an indentation underneath it. He has peach colored lips and a clefted chin. He is slightly turned towards the viewer. His left hand is resting on his waist, the fingers are spread apart except for his middle and ring fingers, they're close together and his right hand is holding a poetry book ( Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1999 ) with his index finger between the pages. Under his left arm there is the arm of a brown chair with a monsters face and supporting his right arm is an ornate, plum colored table with another monsters An Artistic Evaluation 1 An Artistic Evaluation: Portrait Of A Young Man Samantha Sauri Prof. Vrachopoulos Art 101 February, 28, 1999 3 head worked into the side. According to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the monster heads that are found on the furniture and on the folds of the young mans clothing, which I was unable to locate, allude to literary references that would have been appreciated by the artist's friends. In the background there is a green colored room, that includes a door frame, a Doric column and a capital. Portrait of a Young Man was painted during the Mannerism period. It was done by Bronzino in Italy c.1540. The portrait is 37 5/8 by 29 ½ inches, it's vertical because it's a portrait. The frame cuts the shapes in the painting, this was done purposely in the typical Mannerism style which usually crowded the pictorial area . The painting is supported by wood, opaque oil paints were applied thickly with a fine brush, I was unable to see any distinct brush strokes. The forms are flat except for the beads on the young man's hat which seem to raise off the painting. The portrait contains a simple organization. There are few individual units like the chair and table but the picture is crowded. The shapes are regular and complete with clear defining lines. The painting is geometrically ordered, the chair and table appear to support and reinforce the pose of the young man.The palette the artist used is subdued, plain and limited in contrast to the Mannerists usual conflicting, bright colors. The two dominant colors are black and green. These colors fall into the neutral and cool section of the color spectrum. The light source is subtle and outside the picture but the portrait contains no shadowing. The space is shallow and screened, the perspective is linear 4 causing the young man to be not only the emphasis but to appear close to the observer. The young man is stationary, aloof and is shown from the mid-thigh up. He is dressed in formal tight clothing that gives no indication of whom he is or where he is from. It is possible that the portrait is a cabinet picture which would account for the somber mood of the portrait. I felt a connection and an understanding with the painting. The young man is supposed to relay a certain image, the image of power and self assurance but it gave an aura of apprehension. It appealed to the humane and knowledgeable aspect of my soul. The evaluation helped me to understand how art conveys images and feelings and how to identify them. I previously didn't know how to detect these aspects of art, I admired paintings for their esthetic value but not their spiritual value. This project helped me appreciate that. (0) Comments

The Bridge Builder Posted 11/29/2006 11:21:06 PM Good evening. We are all gathered here this evening to celebrate the class of 2001, which is passing from one important part of there lives into another. We have all had the good fortune to have had parents, teachers, and good friends so far in our lives to point us in the right direction and always be there for us to fall back on when we needed them. It was with this in mind that I began to research for this speech tonight, but as I was considering different ideas I came across a poem that I think contains everything I wanted to communicate to you all tonight. The poem is entitled “The Bridge Builder” and was written by Will Allen Droomgoole. An old man, going a lone highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim — That sullen stream had no fears for him; But he turned, when he reached the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. "Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near, "You are wasting your strength in building here. Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again must pass this way. You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build you the bridge at the eventide?" The builder lifted his old gray head, "Good friend, in the path I have come," he said, "There followeth after me today A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building the bridge for him." There have been many bridges thus far in our lives that we have crossed together. From getting off the school bus for the first time on the first day of school, to getting our very first A+, even when we got our very first crushes. There have always been people there throughout our lives to support us and teach us how to cross the bridges that they have built for us. Our teachers, parents, and friends have all helped to construct bridges that are strong enough for all of us to pass along, but they have more importantly been instrumental in helping us learn to build our own bridges in our futures. With this graduation comes yet another new bridge that we must cross. For some it will be into college, for others the armed services, or maybe to a job. Wherever our own individual bridges must lead us, we should always remember that even when it seems that we are crossing alone, everyone who has helped us along our other bridges throughout our lives will always be there with us, continuing to help us cross. Along the way, some of us have fallen and it is for those lost friends that I would ask all of you for a moment of silence at this time. No matter where we go from here or what we do, none of us should ever forget that even those friends we have lost are still looking down on us and helping to show us the way. One last word of advice I would like to leave you with is that even when the times seem darkest and the chasm seems too deep, there will always be a bridge for all of you to cross. I wish you all the very best luck in all you do in your lives. God Bless and thank you all. (0) Comments

My Delight and Thy Delight Posted 11/29/2006 11:07:17 PM MY delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night: My desire and thy desire Twinning to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher; Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life. Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun. Love can tell and love alone, Whence the million stars are strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and death, Gay is life, and sweet is breath: This he taught us, this we knew, Happy in his science true, Hand in hand as we stood 'Neath the shadows of the wood, Heart to heart as we lay In the dawning of the day. Robert Bridges (0) Comments

I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes Posted 11/29/2006 11:00:06 PM I CANNOT dance upon my Toes-- No Man instructed me-- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet knowledge-- Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe-- Or lay a Prima, mad, And though I had no Gown of Gauze-- No Ringlet, to my Hair, Nor hopped to Audiences--like Birds, One Claw upon the Air, Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, Nor rolled on wheels of snow Till I was out of sight, in sound, The House encore me so-- Nor any know I know the Art I mention--easy--Here-- Nor any Placard boast me-- It's full as Opera-- Emily Dickinson (0) Comments

Skeleton In Armor Posted 11/29/2006 10:50:16 PM "SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?" Then from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else drear a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on. "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. "Many a wassail bout Wore the long Winter out; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing; As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing. "Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor. "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forests shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted. "Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story. "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn Blew the foam lightly. "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded? "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen! When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armèd hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen. "Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!' Mid-ships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water! "As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt, With its prey laden,-- So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden. "Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built there the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears; She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she lies; Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another! "Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! Hateful to me were men, The sunlight hateful! In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was greatful! "Thus, seamed with my scars, Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!" Thus the tale ended. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (0) Comments

Memories Posted 11/29/2006 10:41:37 PM OFT I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, and who are not dead, But absent, and their memories overgrown With other thoughts and troubles of my own, As graves with grasses are, and at their head The stone with moss and lichens so o'er spread, Nothing is legible but the name alone. And is it so with them? After long years. Do they remember me in the same way, And is the memory pleasant as to me? I fear to ask; yet wherefore are my fears? Pleasures, like flowers, may wither and decay, And yet the root perennial may be. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (0) Comments

I Met An Angel Posted 11/29/2006 5:54:56 AM I met an angel the other day, he wasnt like the rest. He wasnt happy, or cheerful and he didnt glow, I looked atop of his head, he didnt even have a halo, instead he was cold, lonely, and dark filled with misery and woe. He was a fallen and he was angry at the world. His heart was not filled with happiness but only hate and rage, hatred for what people made him or so he said, but did people truly make him this way or did it fall upon him alone? He said he hated everything and everyone, he said he wanted it all gone. I said "No angel you shouldnt hate everything or blame others for what went bad, the things, the people you destroy with your hatred makes them lonely and sad. It fills them with hate and sorrow and they want to destroy what hurt them and it then starts a cycle that never truly ends." He then told me he didnt care how the other people feel, for no one cared for him, he could care less how other people feel. I told him "Its not true angel, I care for you, you are truly my friend and I would never abandon you." He looked at me turned around and said "Thank you", he flew away and a black feather layed where he just stood, it fell from his wing his one and only black wing. And then I felt different about the angel, he didnt seem angry or cruel, he seemed a bit more happier, and a lot more nicer too. I just stood there and watched him fly away with the feather in my hand and I couldnt help but wonder Once again would I meet my angel friend? (0) Comments

Am I Happy? Posted 11/24/2006 4:27:23 AM Am I Happy? What is happiness? Can money purchase it? Does it even exist? There are days when I think that I have found this elusive item. And then when it’s in my grasp I lose it, and it’s gone forever. Am I truely happy? Are any of us truely happy? What does it mean to be happy? Can this question be answered? If life is a quest for happiness, then have I even left home yet? Have I even packed for the long journey to find this golden ray of sunshine? I think I found happiness, looking into your eyes. And yet I could not find it after you blinked away a tear. Were we happy together, spending all day with one another? Did it mean anything when you said you loved me? What is this thing I’m feeling now? It doesn’t feel warm like happiness should. It must be how you feel when your world comes crashing down. I had everything one minute, fame, fortune, love, and power. But there was one thing missing from that mathematical equation. Respect. Respect is what one needs for happiness. Respect for one another is the all important final decimal place. I can’t get no respect from anybody I know. People laugh at me, point and play practical jokes. I grow weary of this. I grow weary of everything. I just want to curl up and let the world pass me by. This is the time of my life for making memories. For forging bonds of friendship to last a lifetime. Oh my hero, where are you? Will you come riding in on your white horse and whisk me off to never never land? When are you coming? Or did you already arrive and I pushed you away? Giving you some lame excuse that I was too busy to care. Now in my darkest hour the time when I need you most I cannot find you were you ever here? The hours grow so cold and time passes slowly. Will the sun ever shine again? Are you on your way? In the darkness of the storm I can see a lonely door. But this the experience of survival, and that may be the gravity we need. This is the gravity of love an attraction greater than Jupiter’s, with passion hotter than the sun. My hero is here. He has always been. I feel happiness return I know that my knight is here that he will never leave me that he will always love me. When the skies are grey I simply need think of him and the clouds will part and give way to brilliant light. My dearest, my darling, my one and only love. I feel for you like no other, and yet I cannot tell you. My hero, so far away now shall I ever see your smile? Love goes away, like night into day was it just a fading dream? I miss you, I want you I need you more than life itself. Will you please tell me those words which I long to hear? Tell me you love me. tell me you need me. tell me you cannot live without me the way life cannot go on without you. I don’t hear from you and life ends for me. How long has it been since last we spoke? The hours pass so slow. I gaze into the night wishing on a shooting star and in the distance I see you coming or is it just a passing dream? The streetlamp illuminates you the reflection from the puddles adds to you My heart leaps with joy since you have come to rescue me. You take me in your arms and I feel safe once again. I missed you so much, and once again I’m happy. I’m filled with warmth and there is sunshine in my world once again. Darling, please don’t leave me please don’t let me be swallowed by the dark. A single tear slides down my cheek and you wonder what is wrong. “Nothing,” I say, wiping it away “I’m just so damned happy right now.” (0) Comments

CHOICES Posted 11/22/2006 4:49:54 AM CHOICES It doesn't matter how much you earn or how many items you own You can always do better no matter how small today you can say that you've grown Don't worry about others don't wait for a chime your heart wants it….it is driven Just keep yourself going and stay on your path so your goals can be reached…it's a given It doesn't matter what you've done in the past or how often you've failed either way You can ALWAYS do better no matter how small it's all in your choices today (0) Comments

Appreciating Our Past Posted 11/22/2006 4:40:55 AM Appreciating Our Past It is easy to be negative about past mistakes and unhappiness. But it is much more healing to look at ourselves and our past in the light of experience, acceptance, and growth. Our past is a series of lessons that advance us to higher levels of living and loving. The relationships we entered, stayed in, or ended taught us necessary lessons. Some of us have emerged from the most painful circumstances with strong insights about who we are and what we want. Our mistakes? Necessary. Our frustrations, failures, and sometimes stumbling attempts at growth and progress? Necessary too. Each step of the way, we learned. We went through exactly the experiences we need to, to become who we are today. Each step of the way, we progressed. Is our past a mistake? No. The only mistake we can make is mistaking that for the truth. Today, God, help me let go of negative thoughts I may be harboring about my past circumstances or relationships. I can accept, with gratitude, all that has brought me to today. (0) Comments

The Friend Who Just Stands By Posted 11/22/2006 4:30:11 AM The Friend Who Just Stands By When troubles come your soul to try, You love the friend who just stands by. Perhaps there's nothing she can do, The thing is strictly up to you. For there are troubles all your own, And paths the soul must tread alone. Times when love can't smooth the road, Nor friendship lift the heavy load. But just to feel you have a friend, Who will stand by until the end. Whose sympathy through all endures, Whose warm handclasp is always yours. It helps somehow to pull you through, Although there's nothing she can do. And so with fervent heart we cry, God Bless the friend who just stands by. - Author Unknown (0) Comments

The Power of Smile Posted 11/15/2006 9:30:56 PM The Power of a Smile She smiled at the sorrowful stranger. The smiling seemed to make him feel better. He remembered past kindnesses of a friend And wrote him a thank you letter. The friend was so pleased with the thank you That he left a large tip after lunch. The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip, Bet the whole thing on a hunch. The next day she picked up her winnings, And gave part to a man on the street. The man on the street was grateful; For two days he'd had nothing to eat. After he finished his dinner, He left for his small dingy room. He didn't know at that moment That he might be facing his doom. On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm. The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm. That night the house caught on fire. The puppy barked the alarm. He barked till he woke the whole household And saved everybody from harm. One of the boys that he rescued Grew up to be President. All this because of a simple smile That hadn't cost a cent. (0) Comments