No Regrets

"No Regrets"

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother

I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and 
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

Le Petit Bonheur...

There are times when it is hard to believe in the future,

 when we are temporarily just not brave enough.

When this happens, concentrate on the present. 

Cultivate le petit bonheur (the little happiness) until courage returns. 

Look forward to the beauty of the next moment,

 the next hour, the promise of a good meal,

 sleep, a book, a movie, the likelihood that tonight the stars will shine

 and tomorrow the sun will shine. Sink roots into the present until

 the strength grows to think about tomorrow.

Ardis Whitman 

In Depth

This story is directed at those who choose not to believe in God and for those who experience any doubt of His presence and/or existence. I recently came across a true story about a woman in Fort Myers, Florida whose mother was dying. It is my hope that this story may touch you in the same way it touched my heart. The story, some of which is in the exact words of this woman is as follows:

I was fortunate to be able to sit at my mother’s bedside and have lots of talks with her during her last weeks on earth. Most of her last month was spent in a hospital until we went to Hospice House. I knew Hospice helped people die but I didn’t know they had a 16 room home in Fort Myers where people could come and die in peace. We had many conversations as she drew closer and closer to death and spoke many times about death and heaven.

In one such conversation about heaven I said: “Mom, well… could we have a secret, something just between us? I know it’s going to sound crazy. But if you die and when you get to heaven, if it’s more than you ever dreamed it would be, if you are all right and see God and Jesus, would you send me one red rose?”

This was a very special moment between me and my mother an eternal moment. She said, “Yes, I’ll do that.”

A week later I said, “Look mom about our secret, I’ll be on earth and you’ll be in heaven. How are you going to get a rose to me?”She said to me without reservation “Honey, God can do anything!”

Shortly after that on September 16,1997 her mother died. As you can imagine this was not a wonderful time. So much to do with funeral arrangements that the woman forgot completely about the secret she and her mother had shared. Then at the funeral home, during the wake a strange thing happened. Let me share this in the woman’s words.

All of the sudden in the back of the funeral home I caught a glimpse of an elderly gentleman with a cane. I didn’t know him. I was sure that I had never seen or met him before. I turned and looked at him… as he knelt down at my mother’s coffin and placed in her hands just one beautiful red rose. I walked over to him and inquired what made him bring the rose. He said, “oh honey, for some reason all day today I had a red rose on my mind, all day I have been thinking about it. I just knew I had to get one red rose for your mother.”"

Now if your like me you have tears streaming down your cheeks right now. Let me suggest to you that God is real and sometimes in His graciousness and love, He will, for just a moment pull back the curtain and allow us to see beyond our limited view of life and death.  Don’t wait because if you do it may be too late. ( author unknown )

Skywatch Friday

On Guard

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.

After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”

The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life!

Author Unknown


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Fill me

YOU FILL ME UP
You fill me up when I am empty,
Like no one else has done;
Pour warmth into my spirit,
Like rays from summer sun.

Like rain upon the desert,
On a dry and barren land;
You cause my soul to blossom,
With touch from gentle hands.

And like the breeze of springtime,
Gently 'cross my body blows;
Igniting there a flame of fire,
That sets my heart aglow.

You've placed a seed within me,
That has grown into a vine;
Of sheer unbridled passion,
Tendrils curled and intertwined.

You fill me up when I am empty,
Like an overflowing cup;
No one else has ever filled me so,
Yet my Love, you fill me up.
Allison Chambers Coxsey

Just One

Just One
Unknown

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true,

One life can make a difference,
You see, it’s up to you!




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Without You

It is in the small things we see it.

The child's first step,

as awesome as an earthquake.

The first time you rode a bike,

wallowing up the sidewalk.

The first spanking when your heart

went on a journey all alone.

When they called you crybaby

or poor or fatty or crazy

and made you into an alien,

you drank their acid

and concealed it.

Later,

if you faced the death of bombs and bullets

you did not do it with a banner,

you did it with only a hat to

cover your heart.

You did not fondle the weakness inside you

though it was there.

Your courage was a small coal

that you kept swallowing.

If your buddy saved you

and died himself in so doing,

then his courage was not courage,

it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.

Later,

if you have endured a great despair,

then you did it alone,

getting a transfusion from the fire,

picking the scabs off your heart,

then wringing it out like a sock.

Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,

you gave it a back rub

and then you covered it with a blanket

and after it had slept a while

it woke to the wings of the roses

and was transformed.

Later,

when you face old age and its natural conclusion

your courage will still be shown in the little ways,

each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,

those you love will live in a fever of love,

and you'll bargain with the calendar

and at the last moment

when death opens the back door

you'll put on your carpet slippers

and stride out.
by Anne Sexton(Courage)

On Call

              

 "Work alternated with needful rest, is the salvation of man or woman" Antonette Brown Blackwell 

Great Art

Silence is the one great art of conversation.-

by william hazlitt

Seize the day

Seize the Day!

Maybe just saddened. Not so with the others. It is scary to believe that they were alive one day; and then bad health, bad choices, wrong place, wrong time, just enters and ends it all way too early.


The loss of someone young never ceases to sadden and surprise us; and yet statistics tell us that the average age of widowhood is 55. This means that even though men die at 85, they also die at 25.


Statistics like these and the death of someone young remind us that life may be much shorter for some of us than for others. This leaves us with two philosophical choices. We can either believe that we can extend our lives by making the right choices to care for our health, develop good lifestyle habits, make appropriate life choices as to where we go and what we do and who we associate with. Or we can believe that when our time comes it comes and we can’t do anything to change this. How many times have we heard of the person who has lived to be one hundred who drank, smoked, and never took care of their health; and yet a person who worked out everyday and died at 40?


In any case it is all clear that today is the only day we can truly be sure of. Today is here and tomorrow may not be. So for today, we need to “Seize the day….Carpe Diem”.


Enjoy the moment. Do all you can do to make today as special as it can be for you, for those you love. And spend some time today thinking of how you can make the days to follow, no matter how few or how many there are, all that they can be.

Gets tough

A leader, once convinced that a particular course of action is the right one, must....be undaunted when the going gets tough.

Ronald Reagan

The Passage

Birds of Passage

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

Oh, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime.

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A moment

"Our job is to hear the music in the noise"

Unknown