September 28, 2011

September morn'.


September 26, 2011

I've been incognito.

Not really.  I've been really, really busy and besides, I just like saying the word, "incognito".



Go ahead, say it, I'll wait...

You did, didn't you?  I knew you would.

Cool word, yes? *smile*giggle*shrug*

Do you have a fav' word that you like the way it sounds, the way it feels when you say it, the way it rolls off your tongue?

Is this getting weird?  I digress.

Moving on...


To this:


I know, crazy right?

Meet, "Salty".  She's our Schnoodle.

Go ahead, say it, I'll wait...  



See?  Fun.  Now, aren't you glad you stopped by? *chuckle*

Well, I'm glad you did.  Seriously.  

And I want to take this moment to say, "thank you", another favorite word of mine, for your kind words regarding my last post when I kinda let my guard down about this flurry of loved ones suddenly taking flight and heading heaven bound.

I'm better now, thanks to you.


I came upon this long ago and saved it because I liked it.

And things I like or love, I share with those I like, or love.

So without further adieu...


Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

- written in 1927 by Max Ehrmann


September 17, 2011

People I love are dying.

Not all at once mind you but there have been quite a few here as of late.

I am not very fond of death you know.  I don't like it.

To me, that is the hardest part I find about myself growing older is that people I love or have known thruout my life are dying.  The older I get the more prevalent death seems.  That's a given.

Three out of the four so far that have passed away were elderly and for some reason it is easier to accept their passing because they have lived.  Maybe they would've lived a while longer but for the most part they got their fair share of life's pie.

One recently wasn't elderly.  Her calling was too soon and it was unjust.  Her diagnosis came and death closely followed and her death wasn't easy either.  I will never understand when good, loving, kind, giving people get dealt a bad hand, put up a fight to live only to lose and then have to fight to die.

When I finally meet my Maker, I'm gonna inquire about that...

On a much lighter note *smile*...

'Tis a brisk day today here at our humble lil' homestead and I am loving it! 

Don't you just love when Autumn makes her impending presence known?  

I noticed the other evening while sitting on the porch that as the wind was blowing thru the trees it was as if it were announcing,
"Autumn is coming!",
"Autumn is coming!"...'s music to my ears.

Speaking of music to my ears, I am leaving you with a lil' Louis Armstrong.

This is happy music I'm telling ya.

And besides, I wouldn't leave ya with all that meat and no potatoes.  No sir.*wink*


September 15, 2011

Available here.

Thank you for looking and have a fantastic day my friends!


September 6, 2011

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear or further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal 
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the moon,

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me 
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments. 

Untitled by Humble Origins
a photo by Humble Origins on Flickr.


September 2, 2011

A beautiful message set to beautiful music...

...for You.  And for Me.


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