"October Days are gettin' shorter and the air a keener snap;
Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap.
The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh, and fen;
And it's just as plain as sunshine winter's comin on again.
Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap.
The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh, and fen;
And it's just as plain as sunshine winter's comin on again.
The turkeys now are struttin' round the old farmhouse once more;
They are done with all their nestin' and their hatchin' day are o'er.
Now the farmer's cuttin' fodder for the silo towerin' high,
And he's frettin' and complainin' cause the corn's a bit too dry.
They are done with all their nestin' and their hatchin' day are o'er.
Now the farmer's cuttin' fodder for the silo towerin' high,
And he's frettin' and complainin' cause the corn's a bit too dry.
But the air is mighty peaceful and the scene is good to see,
And there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside of me.
And I can't help in believin' in a God above us when
Everything is ripe for harvest and the frost is back again."
~Edgar A. Guest, A Slice of Life
And there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside of me.
And I can't help in believin' in a God above us when
Everything is ripe for harvest and the frost is back again."
~Edgar A. Guest, A Slice of Life
“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page,
of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings
were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter,"
he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden,
where the light is golden and the grass is soft;
somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
― Neil Gaiman
of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings
were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter,"
he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden,
where the light is golden and the grass is soft;
somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
― Neil Gaiman
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Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
~A Course in Miracles~
"The kindness of the words creates confidence. The kindness of thoughts creates depth. Kindness in giving creates love. "
~ Lao Tsu.
We are stardust we are golden
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*Thanks for your love*
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*Thanks for your love*
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Beauty from Struggle
This is a short, edited essay by an unknown author that appeared on an internet site called “I Love Me”.
One day, as a young woman sat in her garden, she noticed a cocoon hanging from a nearby branch.
Before long, a small opening appeared in the cocoon. The woman watched for several hours as the butterfly within struggled to free itself from the envelope in which it had recently been transformed.
Then, it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could and it could not go any further.
So the woman decided to help the butterfly: she took a pair of scissors and cut open the cocoon, from which the butterfly then emerged easily.
But, to the woman’s surprise, the butterfly didn’t fly away. Instead it crawled out onto the branch and sat there. As the woman looked more closely, she noticed the butterfly’s body was withered, its wings were tiny and shriveled.
The woman continued to watch because she expected that, at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand sufficiently to support the butterfly’s body.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly…
What the woman, in her kindness and her goodwill did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were Nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If life was without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we can be; possibly unable to fly.
Ask for Strength ……. and expect difficulties to make you stronger.
Ask for Wisdom…….. and expect problems to solve.
Ask for Prosperity…… and use your brain and brawn to work.
Ask for Courage…….. and welcome obstacles to overcome.
Ask for Love ……….. and see all the troubled people that need your help.
Ask for Favors………..and see opportunities everywhere.
As someone once said, “I received nothing that I wanted… But everything that I needed.”
Live life without fear, confront all obstacles and know you can overcome them.
One day, as a young woman sat in her garden, she noticed a cocoon hanging from a nearby branch.
Before long, a small opening appeared in the cocoon. The woman watched for several hours as the butterfly within struggled to free itself from the envelope in which it had recently been transformed.
Then, it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could and it could not go any further.
So the woman decided to help the butterfly: she took a pair of scissors and cut open the cocoon, from which the butterfly then emerged easily.
But, to the woman’s surprise, the butterfly didn’t fly away. Instead it crawled out onto the branch and sat there. As the woman looked more closely, she noticed the butterfly’s body was withered, its wings were tiny and shriveled.
The woman continued to watch because she expected that, at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand sufficiently to support the butterfly’s body.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly…
What the woman, in her kindness and her goodwill did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were Nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If life was without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we can be; possibly unable to fly.
Ask for Strength ……. and expect difficulties to make you stronger.
Ask for Wisdom…….. and expect problems to solve.
Ask for Prosperity…… and use your brain and brawn to work.
Ask for Courage…….. and welcome obstacles to overcome.
Ask for Love ……….. and see all the troubled people that need your help.
Ask for Favors………..and see opportunities everywhere.
As someone once said, “I received nothing that I wanted… But everything that I needed.”
Live life without fear, confront all obstacles and know you can overcome them.
If the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy wtihin your heart, then in living I have made my mark.Thomas L. Odem Jr.
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If you have forgotten the
magic of life spend time with a child
Logan's first Halloween
☻/ ღ˚ •。* ♥ ˚ ˚✰˚ ˛★* 。 ღ˛° 。* °♥ ˚ • ★ *˚ .ღ 。
▌ *˛˚ღ •˚ ˚...just sprinkling a little Love ˚ ✰* ★
/ \ ˚. ★ *˛ ˚♥* ✰。˚ ˚ღ。* ˛˚ ♥ 。✰˚* ˚ ★ღ ˚ 。✰ •* ˚ ♥"
Happy Halloween Logan and Happy 5 months of age today♥
You are purrfect in every way =^..^=
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▌ *˛˚ღ •˚ ˚...just sprinkling a little Love ˚ ✰* ★
/ \ ˚. ★ *˛ ˚♥* ✰。˚ ˚ღ。* ˛˚ ♥ 。✰˚* ˚ ★ღ ˚ 。✰ •* ˚ ♥"
Your first Halloween you are the biggest treat I ever have had♥
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"
~Dexter Kozen
~Dexter Kozen
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▌ *˛˚ღ •˚ ˚...just sprinkling a little Love ˚ ✰* ★
/ \ ˚. ★ *˛ ˚♥* ✰。˚ ˚ღ。* ˛˚ ♥ 。✰˚* ˚ ★ღ ˚ 。✰ •* ˚ ♥"
Logan shine on like the star that you are.
When witches go riding
And black cats are seen
The moon laughs and whispers
'Tis near Halloween.
☻♥☻
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