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You're worthy Something that crossed my mind when cutie asked the following questions "Why don't you have a w!lly?" and "What's that?" [pointing at the seeds in the sweet pepper]  May you find the heart to persevere and have the determination to finish what you started and endure the bumps, bruises, failings and pain you may encounter along the way. It isn't always about speed, but the quality of work. Build up a stamina. Play sports, get fit, relax and have fun.    within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time. |
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5/24/2011 9:06 am |
In the shadow of a house lies a garden choked with brambles, briers, and weeds. In the back of the garden is a flower driven to the brink of extinction by its needs. The north wind blows unceasingly through the pine trees on the hill, rustles and rattles the brush in the garden, whistles over the house's window sill. Twice the flower sickened and nearly shrivelled but was called back to life by the sun and the rain from the realm of resignation and despair where the only remaining legal tender is pain. The west wind blows from over the sea bringing cold stinging rain and sleet from the vast realms of the boundless ocean to the place where many paths and errands meet. The garden was drenched as the rains poured down, the soft soil turned into mud; the flower was drowned in deep waters, but refused to yield its life to the flood. The east wind blows out of the foetid swamps with a breath foul and dank; evil voices gibber and crow amidst the stench of waters putrid and rank. The south wind blows from over the fields and meadows, bearing the scents of wildflowers and trees; the chirping of birds and the sounds of a brook float downwind on the warm and sleepy breeze. Lift up your face to the sun, little flower, and soak up that golden yellow light; forget the darkness and the anguish, and may all your remaining days be bright! R. Hatley within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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5/24/2011 2:37 pm |
YEah, this is very true..It's not a matter of how quickly one gets "there", but how s/he gets there... Life is not always a RACE after all. Let's all take time to smell the roses/coffee.. Just call me ELZ 
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We're all worthy indeed! Hi Jane! Follow your dreams... and hit the mark.   
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5/28/2011 4:04 am |
YEah, this is very true..It's not a matter of how quickly one gets "there", but how s/he gets there... Life is not always a RACE after all. Let's all take time to smell the roses/coffee..  Agreed thanks Miss Elz.within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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5/28/2011 4:13 am |
Good timing QT. Strange questions from the little one reminded me about it. Have a calmer week. Hello tinidor and Odette thanks for the visit. within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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5/28/2011 4:21 am |
 Good one Enrique. An ode to pestes.  I'm no garden expert yet I see what you mean. Weeds are far harder to get rid of. They'll grow through concrete and everything. Somebody said a trick on how to cheaply get rid of them, but can't remember what she said.  Well you're right there are occasions when we've to hurry to meet deadlines. As much as I hate the word alone, which sounds like the end of life, they're at times necessary to make in order to move on to the next project. Otherwise, you may lose motivation. within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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6/6/2011 2:58 pm |
Welcome to my blog Vincent. I was laughing too, although I don't always make it obvious. Thanks for the visit. How's life in your part of the world? within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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