Wednesday, 5 February 2014

"A kind soul is in constant bloom." ~ A.D. Williams

We are here to heal, not harm. We are here to love, not 

hate. We are here to create, not destroy." ~ A.D. Williams

Thank you my precious friend Dani
Your creations are beautiful just like  you 

I love you 




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May You be Healthy and  Happy today, and Surround 

Yourself with the Comfort and Love of Your friends and 

Family! Keep safe and warm and be careful when travelling 

in the winter storms.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold." 
~ Ben Aaronovitch

"A kind soul is in constant bloom." ~ A.D. Williams


The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale 
of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, 
a week from now,
a month from now,a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son,
and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled,
his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table.

But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult..
Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled
on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk,
noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife
set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone
while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two,
his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced
in Grandfather's direction,
sometimes he had a tear in his eye
as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple
had for him were
sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork
or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper,
the father noticed his son
playing with wood scraps
on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly,
'What are you making?'
Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
'Oh, I am making a little bowl
for you and Mama to eat your food in
when I grow up. '

The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so
that they were speechless.

Then tears started to stream down their cheeks..
Though no word was spoken,
both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand

and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days
he ate every meal with the family.

And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife
seemed to care any longer
when a fork was dropped, milk spilled,
or the tablecloth soiled.

»♥ When you really pay attention, everything is your teacher. ~Ezra Bayda 

“Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. the world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.” ― Marianne Williamson

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