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Comment by judith lamperth on June 27, 2011 at 7:14pm

How beautiful a day can be when kindness touches it.

George Elliston

 

We do not understand  the intricate pattern of the stars in their courses, but we know that He who created them does, and that

just as surely as He guides them, He is charting a safe course for us.

Billy Graham.

Comment by goldie080 on March 21, 2011 at 2:41pm

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
-- Albert Einstein

Comment by Sedona on March 2, 2011 at 1:04pm

William Blake

is a favorite of mine

 

 

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
William Blake


Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/william_blake_2.html#ix...

 

 

 

Sedona

Comment by goldie080 on January 7, 2011 at 11:48pm

You might recall there's a moment of poetry at the beginning of the film "Portrait of Jennie" with Jennifer Jones and Joseph Cotten. It is:

 

Who knoweth if to die

Be but to live . . .

And that called Life

By mortals

Be but death?

- Euripides

Comment by goldie080 on December 5, 2010 at 6:19pm

Learn to share your burdens -

Comment by goldie080 on November 28, 2010 at 8:13pm

Today's thought:
Women reason with the heart and are much less often wrong than men who reason with the head. -- DeLescure

Comment by goldie080 on November 21, 2010 at 10:48pm

In case you hadn't seen this yet, it's about a little boy who "went to Heaven" and came back to describe what he saw and who he met:

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/index.php?cl=23036263

Interesting and inspiring!

Comment by joanne hammerton on November 17, 2010 at 9:02pm

thanks christine

Comment by Ruth B on November 7, 2010 at 6:56pm

WORRY: To Discuss (is this the correct word) ???

Is there an imaginary cutoff period when
offspring become accountable for their
own actions?
Is there some wonderful moment when
parents can become detached spectators in
the lives of their children and shrug,
'It's Their life' and feel nothing?


When I was in my twenties, I stood in a
hospital corridor waiting for doctors to
put a few stitches in my daughter's head
and I asked,
'When do you stop worrying?'
The nurse said, 'When they get out of
the accident stage..'
My Parents just smiled faintly and said
nothing.


When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of
my children talked incessantly, disrupted
the class, and was headed for a career
making license plates.
As if to read my mind, a teacher said, 'Don't
worry, they all go through this stage and
then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.'
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.


When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open.
A friend said, 'They're trying to find themselves.
'Don't worry! In a few years, they'll be adults.
'They'll be off on their own they'll be out of
your hair'
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.


By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired
of being vulnerable.
I was still worrying over my children,
but there was a new wrinkle..
Even though they were on their own
I continued to anguish over their failures,
be tormented by their frustrations and
absorbed in their disappointments..
and there was nothing I could do about it.
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.


My friends said that when my kids got married
I could stop worrying and lead my own life.
I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by
my parent's warm smiles and their occasional,
'You look pale. Are you all right'?
'Call me the minute you get home'.
Are you depressed about something'?


My friends said that when I became
a grandparent that I would get to enjoy
the happy little voices yelling
Grandma! Papa!
But now I find that I worry just as
much about the little kids as the big
ones.
How can anyone cope with all this
Worry?


Can it be that parents are sentenced
to a lifetime of worry?
Is concern for one another handed
down like a torch to blaze the trail
of human frailties and the fears of
the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form
of earthly creation?

Recently, one of my own children
became quite irritable, saying to me,
'Where were you? I've been calling
for 3 days, and no one answered
I was worried.'
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.

PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS
(And also to your children... That's the fun part)

Comment by joanne hammerton on November 7, 2010 at 1:50pm

thanks Christine will enjoy the page

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