I will be watching the Academy Awards tomorrow night.
Enjoy your weekend my darlings
Saturday, 25 February 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
Have a glorious weekend
http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/xHkq1edcbk4?rel=0
Have a glorious weekend. I am looking forward to relaxing this weekend
and watching the academy awards on Sunday evening.
How about you what are your fabulous plans?
Have a glorious weekend. I am looking forward to relaxing this weekend
and watching the academy awards on Sunday evening.
How about you what are your fabulous plans?
Monday, 20 February 2012
On the Road to Spring and Happy Family Day
My beautiful friend Dani has been creating her Magic once again.
This is one of my favs.
Asian themed and blossoms of spring.
Oh it calls to me more than you will ever know.
I love you Dani.
Thanks for all the beauty you share.
Happy Family Day
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Anyway
This poem is engraved on the wall of
Mother Teresa's home for children in Calcutta, and is called "Do it Anyway"
The poem is a variation on the Paradoxical Commandments by Kent M. Smith
Mother Teresa's home for children in Calcutta, and is called "Do it Anyway"
The poem is a variation on the Paradoxical Commandments by Kent M. Smith
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the best you've got anyway.
and it may never be enough;
Give the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis
it is between you and God;
it was never between you and them anyway.
it is between you and God;
it was never between you and them anyway.
and this link was posted on Facebook by my dear friend Dani
As we begin Lent soon
This may be beneficial to read
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Thankful
I am thankful for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a Home ♥ I am thankful for the pile of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby. ~Nancie J Carmody~
So thankful my husbands eye surgery went very well yesterday.
We are on our way to the doctors soon for his check up.
Have a gorgeous Saturday.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and soon I will be walking down the path of Spring♥
I cannot wait
Friday, 17 February 2012
A Man in a metro station
This is so awesome. Please take a moment to read:
A man sat at a metro station... in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?See More
A man sat at a metro station... in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?See More
Thursday, 16 February 2012
The Buddha in the Attic by Julie Otsuka
http://chefartsmith.net/press/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/PEOPLE-2.20.12-Lady-Gaga.pdf
This recipe is one I hope to try.
In eight incantatory sections, The Buddha in the Attic traces their extraordinary lives, from their arduous journey by boat, where they exchange photographs of their husbands, imagining uncertain futures in an unknown land; to their arrival in San Francisco and their tremulous first nights as new wives; to their backbreaking work picking fruit in the fields and scrubbing the floors of white women; to their struggles to master a new language and a new culture; to their experiences in childbirth, and then as mothers, raising children who will ultimately reject their heritage and their history; to the deracinating arrival of war.
This afternoon when I go to the library I shall have to enquire about this book.
Looks interesting.
Happy Thursday♥
This recipe is one I hope to try.
In eight incantatory sections, The Buddha in the Attic traces their extraordinary lives, from their arduous journey by boat, where they exchange photographs of their husbands, imagining uncertain futures in an unknown land; to their arrival in San Francisco and their tremulous first nights as new wives; to their backbreaking work picking fruit in the fields and scrubbing the floors of white women; to their struggles to master a new language and a new culture; to their experiences in childbirth, and then as mothers, raising children who will ultimately reject their heritage and their history; to the deracinating arrival of war.
This afternoon when I go to the library I shall have to enquire about this book.
Looks interesting.
Happy Thursday♥
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