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Good Luck Esther
Two things you will never have to chase; true friends and true love. ~Mandy Hale
Friendship Blessing;
May you be blessed with good friends.
May you learn to be a good friend to yourself.
May you be able to journey to that place in your soul
where there is great love, warmth, feeling, and forgiveness.
May this change you.
May it transfigure that which is negative, distant, or cold in you.
May you be brought in to the real passion,
kinship, and affinity of belonging.
May you treasure your friends.
May you be good to them and may you be there for them;
may they bring you all the blessing, challenges, truth,
and light that you need for your journey.
May you never be isolated.
May you always be in the gentle nest
of belonging with your Anam Ċara~John O'Donohue
Note~♪" Anam is the Gaelic word for soul and ċara is the word for friend. So anam ċara in the Celtic world was the “soul friend.”
Red crowned cranes are well known and extremely admired for heir gracious dancing skills. Dancing marks a very special behavioral trait of the Red crowned cranes. They have been observed to dance elegantly with their wings spread graciously. The dancing is a confirmation of their happily courtship period. They also dance at times to vent out their tension. But the most observed rationale behind their dance is to declare, express happiness, and strengthen the bond of courtship.
Beauty of Trees
"How
good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.
The Wind comes stealing o’er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings."
~from Friends by Abbie Farwell Brown
(⁀`✻ “This world is your best teacher.
There is a lesson in everything.
There is a lesson in each experience.
Learn it and become wise
(⁀`✻ Every failure is a stepping stone to success.
(⁀`✻ Every difficulty or disappointment is a trial of your faith.
(⁀`✻ Every unpleasant incident or temptation is a test
of your inner strength. Therefore nil desperandum.
(⁀`✻ March forward hero!” ~ Sivananda Saraswati
A glimpse of Heaven near my cousin Wendy's gorgeous home.
Raspberry fields forever.
Beautiful raspberry coloured flowers
From Wendy I am ...so glad you kept this photo.... I loved driving by this field of " Amish Cockscomb"... Grown & dried for many dried floral arrangements...it was only grown that one season....♥
Story as read on Facebook
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost… It’s a man thing.
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings."
~from Friends by Abbie Farwell Brown
(⁀`✻ “This world is your best teacher.
There is a lesson in everything.
There is a lesson in each experience.
Learn it and become wise
(⁀`✻ Every failure is a stepping stone to success.
(⁀`✻ Every difficulty or disappointment is a trial of your faith.
(⁀`✻ Every unpleasant incident or temptation is a test
of your inner strength. Therefore nil desperandum.
(⁀`✻ March forward hero!” ~ Sivananda Saraswati
A glimpse of Heaven near my cousin Wendy's gorgeous home.
Raspberry fields forever.
Beautiful raspberry coloured flowers
From Wendy I am ...so glad you kept this photo.... I loved driving by this field of " Amish Cockscomb"... Grown & dried for many dried floral arrangements...it was only grown that one season....♥
Story as read on Facebook
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost… It’s a man thing.
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