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The best pictures are the ones you know nothing about, they really capture a moment....they have a life of their own or when accompanied by words or a song

Friday, June 10, 2011

lights in the shadows

by Sandra Craig at 5:21 PM

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Followers

~from "Sacajawea"

through his life a person
is content if he finds a friend
through that one friend
a person has more contentment
than he can have with hundreds
of others.

Vagabond Song

There is something in the autumn
that is native to my blood-touch
of manner, hint of mood;
and my heart is like a rhyme, with
yellow and purple and the crimson
keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake
me like a cry of bulgles going by.
And my lonley spirit thrills to see
the frosty asters I smoke upon the
hills.
There is somethng in October that
sets the indian blood astir, we must
rise and follow her, when from every
hill of flame she calls,. .
and calls each vagabond by name.

~Kahlil Gibran

...and forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with you hair.

To love someone is a very special thing,
but for that someone to love you back is more of a miracle.
If you happen to stumble upon such a miracle,
make sure you realize it.
Never take it for granted,
never throw it away,
never let it sit,
and most of all never let it die.

Did you honestly think that if you ignored me, it wouldn’t hurt?

we barely talk anymore and so much has changed over the past few months. but i guess that’s what happens when you grow up and grow apart.

If all my friends
were to jump off a bridge,
I wouldn't follow.
I'd be at the bottom
to catch them
when they fall.

To love

To love is to see the
very best in one another -
and accept the rest.

To love is to trust in
and believe in the goals
you set and
the ones you achieve.

To love is to help each
other bear the trying times-
to always care.

Giving

I will give you as much as I can.

If you will show me how to give more
then I will give more.

I can only give as much
as you need to receive
or allow me to give.

If you receive all I can give,
then my love is
endless and fulfilled.

If you receive a portion of my love
then I will give others the balance
I am capable of giving.

I must give all that I have,
being what I am.

the songs I hear
lifts me and
takes me away for
a ride on the wind.

slc-1987

The Sound of Rain - Sigurd Olson

Lastnight in my tent I listened to the rain.
At first it came down gently, then in a steady
drumming downpour,
and I lay there wondering when I would
begin to feel revulets creeping beneath
my sleeping bag.
The deluge continued, but there was no
exploring trickles, no mist through the
roof of balloon silk.
The tent, on the little rise with its thick
cushion of bearberry, had perfect drainage
all around, and the ropes were tied to two
good trees.
The gale could blow now and then rain
come down, but I would be safe and dry
the rest of the night.
I settled down luxuriously to enjoy a sound
I had known on countless campsites in
the wilderness.

God gives you what you need, not what you want and sometimes, more than you ever dreamed of.

Don’t you hate the feeling when your throat hurts from all the tears you’re holding back, and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth because there are just too many things that you haven’t said?

Be thankful for every heartbreak,
for they were planned.
They come into your life
just to reveal another layer
of yourself to you,
and then leave.
Their purpose is to shake you up,
tear apart your ego a little bit,
show you your obstacles and
addictions,
break your heart open
so new light can get in,
make you so desperate and
out of control
that you have to transform your life.
And you do.

One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought was unquestionable

Sweetheart, when you walk my way,
Be it dark or be it day;
Dreary winter, fairy May,
I shall know and greet you.
For each day of grief or grace
Brings you near my embrace;
Love hath fashioned your dear face,
I shall know when I meet you.

~frank l. stanton

Do it now

I expect to pass
through this world
but once.

Any good thing,
therefore,
that I can do
or any kindness
I can show
to any fellow human
being
let me do it now.

Let me not differ
nor neglect it:
for I shall not pass
this way again.

The moon mirrors
the splendors of the sun,
each spring melts the winter
ice.

My old face

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