Welcome to Story time, pull up a chair and join us. Would you like milk and sugar in your tea?
An Old Irish Blessing ... May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."
Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.
Thank You For Being a FRIEND!*°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵Ʒ..•°*"˜ ☆ ¸..•´¨¨)) -:¦:-.(ړײ)/ ¸.•´….•´¨¨)).«▓ ((¸¸.•´ ¸.•´.-:¦:-. ╝╚ ….. ... `♥♪♫-´¯
Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways
Heard those words before, Mom you're going to be a Grandma, special words. So see 1 + 1 = 3, nothing wrong with my maths. Exciting time for the new family, expecting Mom and Dad and older stepbrother Luke. Mom's been having a good pregnancy so far, bub being her first baby, went for an ultrasound on friday. While baby was on her tummy and was not helping to prove she could just be a little boy. So for the meantime we believe it could be a girl.
van die begin, en eerste soen,
tot elke skyfie lemoen,
was daar gedink, en geglo,
...die liefde reën van bo.
die strandloop, en rooiaas soek,
en duin op, en koes,
het sandkorrels seker gepraat,
maar is daar min verstaan.
haarslierte windverwaai in mis.
versier haar ovaalgesig.
en help voete vorentoe skarrel.
elke roosblaar getuig van glorie.
blaaie geplak in ‘n storie,
geelgoud-boek leef nie meer,
lê op sy sy omgekeer.
25 August .
[aletta murray, 24aug2012]
"Please wear a poppy", the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street
Bouncing along on care-free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady", said he, "May I have one?"
When she's pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today?"
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men and women who died in war,
And because they did, you and I are free -
That's why we wear a poppy, you see".
"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes,
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
And became a man - as you will, too."
"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said "Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, Mum, so please don't cry".
"But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire".
"Till at last, the war was won -
And that's why we wear a poppy, son".
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come back all right?
A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
She shook her head, but didn't speak
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me, you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid.
And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
And asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy, Remember - and Give!
Lest we forget....
By my ma my geleer het........
Ma het my geleer hoe om te bid:
"Jy moet bid dat daardie kol op die mat uit is as ek vanaand by die huis kom"
...Sy het my geleer van "time travel":
"Ek sal jou tot in volgende week in klap!"
Sy het my geleer pa's is slimmer en ryker as ma's:
"Gaan vra jou pa!"
Sy het my geleer oor plantkunde:
"Lyk dit vir jou of geld op my rug groei?"
Sy het my geleer om altyd nederig en klein te wees:
Sy het my van die weer geleer:
"Dit lyk of 'n dekselse orkaan jou kamer getref het!"
Sy het my geleer van fauna en flora:
"Moenie vir my vertel perredrolle is vye nie!"
Sy het my geleer om myself te ontdek:
"Hou op om jou soos jou pa te gedra!"
Sy het my die wetenskap van osmose geleer:
"Hou jou mond en eet jou kos!"
Sy het my geleer van uithouvermoë:
"Jy sal by daardie tafel sit totdat jy jou spinasie opgeëet het!"
Sy het my geleer van sintuie:
"Kinners word gesien en nie gehoor nie!"
Sy het my geleer van humor:
"Hou aan lag, dan gee ek jou iets om oor te huil ook!"
Sy het my van jaloesie geleer:
"Daar is duisende arm kinnertjies wat ouers soos joune begeer!"
Sy het geleer dat daar 'n plek en 'n tyd vir alles is:
"As julle mekaar wil vermoor, gaan doen dit buite! Ek't nou net hier
Sy het my wiskunde geleer:
"Sit jy alweer en tanne tel!"
Sy het my logika geleer:
"Want ek sê so, dis hoekom!"
Sy het my geleer dat wonderwerke nog kan gebeur:
"Ek sal jou klap dat jy jou antie vir 'n eendvoël aansien as jy my weer terugantwoord!"
Top 10 Signs You Might Be Too Old to Trick or Treat
10. You get winded from knocking on the door.
9. You have to have a kid chew the candy for you.
8. You ask for high fiber candy only.
7. When someone drops a candybar in your bag, you lose you balance and fall over.
6. People say, "Great Boris Karloff mask," and you're not wearing a mask.
5. When the door opens, you yell, "Trick or... ," and can't remember the rest.
4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.
3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.
2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.
And the number one reason Seniors should not go trick or treating:
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can.
She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”
~ Bob Marley
Gedigte van 'n Boer
Boerius: Herstel ons poorte
Mure van gister
waar vervalle steen in mank bestaan
kronieke baar van dit wat was –
...die laggies wat so skoppelmaai
om steen en klip se swye draai;
die liefde en die leed gedeel
wat smôrensmossie klank soos mos
in songebakte vensters los,
maar nou in graf se stilte sak
die swye oor geroeste dak.
So staan my volk,
ook eens gevul van vreugdeklank
waar son oor ruie berge
in ligkrans oor die wolke span
waar elk na gisters nou verlang
in soeke na Nehemia moed
om Jerusalem se poorte te herstel
op te bou
en fees tot eer van God te hou!
12 September 2012
Lokaal Gevangenis, Pretoria
Kom pluk vir my papawers uit jou Boereplaas se tuin
waar herfs se son deur skugter skadu’s geel en vrolik skyn
Dit streel oor madeliefies en dit speel deur kapperkruid
Dit bons op bittereinder roos se laaste skoonheidspr...uik.
Die vygies in die voortuin, ballerina pienk getooi
wat hartelus seisoen se draai die koue winters nooi.
Viooltjiesaad word uitgestrooi, in strykstok grond gesaai
wat selfs die wintergrou se vaal in liefdeskleur verfraai.
Krisante by die boordekant bring herfs in volle kleur
wat in die oggend koeler lug vermeng in douvars geur.
Agapanthus en vuurpyle wat met nekkies uitgestrek
die korter dag se heimwee na die lentegroei verwek.
Mag ek dan in my mens se draai as laaste blommespel
my lofsang tot die Groot Tuinier in voorwinter vertel.
26 Maart 2012
Lokaal Gevangenis, Pretoria.
Skildery deur Marinda le Grange
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I called you Angel,black with a white bib and socks
you are God's creature
cause there must be a reason you come into our lives
is it you need us more
finally after weeks you let us touch you
you lead the way, we follow
a little closer everyday
a little more trusting
today I got close enough to feel what is surely growing inside
a bellyfull of kittens
Is this why they throw you away?
the Christmas present now unwanted?
They are to blame
All it took, was a quick trip to the vet
could have been so different
now we just wait for the day you give birth
Aan al die “kinders” wat die 1930’s tot 1970’s oorleef het!
Eerstens het ons die rokery en drinkery van ons moeders oorleef terwyl hulle swanger was.
Hulle het aspiriene gedrink, blou kaas en vis uit ‘n blik ge-eet en is nooit getoets of hulle diabeties was nie.
Na al die trauma was ons in ons bedjies gesit op ons magies in ‘n kot wat oorgetrek was met helder kleurige lood basis verf. Ons het geen “kindvaste” deksels of proppe op medisyne bottles, deure of kaste gehad nie en geen kopskerms gedra as ons fietry nie… Om nie te praat van die risiko’s toe ons duim gery het nie.
As kleuters en kinders kon ons agter op die sitplek sit sonder veiligheids stoele, veiligheidsgordels of lugsakke.
Om agter op die bakkie te ry was groot pret en ons het water uit die tuinslang gedrink en nie uit bottels nie.
Ons het ons koeldrankies met vier vriende gedeel uit een bottel en niemand is dood daarvan nie.
Ons het sjokoladekoek en wit brood geëet met regte botter en “kool aid” met suiker gemaak om te drink, maar ons was nie oorgewig nie want…..
ONS HET ALTYD BUITE GESPEEL!
Ons het die huis verlaat in die oggend vroeg en het heeldag gespeel. Solank ons terug was as die straatligte aankom of voor die kerse aangesteek was.
NIEMAND kon ons kontak deur die dag nie en ons het almal veilig teruggekeer huistoe.
Ons het ure spandeer deur kaskarre te bou uit afval hout en yster en het dan teen die steilste bulte afgejaag, net om uit te vind ons het vergeet van die brieke. Nadat ons ‘n paar keer die kaskar omgegooi het en tussen die bosse ingejaag het, het ons geleer om die probleem op te los.
Die dogtertjies het die rokkies in hul broekies gesteek om ook in al die prêt te kon deel en niemand het iets daarvan gedink nie.
Seksuele molestasie was nie aan ons bekend nie en tiener swangerskappe was nie van gehoor nie.
Ook was daar nie tyd vir dwelms nie want ons ouers het nog genoeg vir ons omgegee om ons boude aan die brand te klits as ons iets ongehoords sou probeer doen.
Sondae het ons almal ons beste kleertjies aangetrek en kerk toe gegaan. GEEN verskonings om tuis te bly was aanvaarbaar nie. Braaivleis en partytjies op Sondae was uit. Ons het geweet wat “ses dae moet jy arbei en al jou werk doen en die sewende dag moet jy rus” beteken. Daar het ons geleer van liefde, respek, hoe om God te vrees en te vertrou. Dat vaders en moeders ge-eer moet word en ons monde met seep uitgewas SAL word wanneer ons vloek of teëpraat.
Boeke vat saans na ete was ‘n werklikheid en ons almal het aandagtig geluister want vrae is gevra oor die stukkie wat gelees was.
Ons was ook geleer hoe om elke aand voor ons bedjies te kniel en te bid.
Ons het nie “playstations”, “ninetendo’s”, “X boxes”, “wii”, of enige video speletjies gehad nie.. “Shopping” vir ontspanning was nie aan ons bekend nie, en “label” klere was toe ook nog nie eers in “ China ” gemaak nie. Snobisme was ‘n galbitter vrug wat net in die Amasone “gegroei” het en sakgeld was “iets” wat net die Staatspresident van geweet het.
Ook nie 150 TV kanale, DVD’s of video flieks, selfone, persoonlike rekenaars met internet, facebook of chatrooms nie…
Ons het VRIENDE gehad… en as ons hulle gesoek het, het ons net buite toe gegaan.
Ons het uit bome geval, was gesny en het bene gebreek en daar was geen geregtelike eise vir hierdie ongelukke nie.
Ons het wurms en modderpasteie ge-eet en die wurms het nie vir altyd in ons geleef nie.
Ons het windbukse en poppe gekry vir ons tiende verjaarsdag, speletjies opgemaak met stokke en tennisballe, ou komberse en peule en al het niemand ons gewaarsku dat dit kan gebeur nie, het ons min oë uit gesteek.
Ons het met ons fietse gery of pop gespeel of sommer net geloop na ons vriende se huise, aan die deur geklop en sommer ingeloop en gesels. “oom” en “tannie” was nog aan die orde van die dag en “jy” en “jou” was net op rondloper honde van toepassing.
Rugby en tennis spannetjies het proewe gehad en die wat nie die span gehaal het nie, moes maar vrede maak daarmee – Verbeel jou dit!!
Ons het gereeld die bed natgemaak en ons ouers het ons ‘n pak slae gegee, nie na sielkundiges toe geneem nie omdat hulle nie geweet het wat om met ons te doen nie.
Die gedagte om jou kinders by die polisiestasie te gaan uit borg het nie bestaan nie. Ouers was aan die polisie se kant! Sien, kinders was daai tyd nie gehoor, of gesien, in geselskap nie want die ouers was nie bang vir hul kinders nie!
Tande tel was uit want ons het geweet hoe om te speel. Ons ouers en grootouers se grootste taak was definitief nie om ons te “entertain” nie.
Terugpraat was die grootste euwel en ons ouers het nie toegelaat dat ons kinders hulle met mooi woordjies kon manipuleer nie. Ouers was nog ouers en kinders was nog kinders, en kinders het gedoen wat vir hulle gesê was.
“Skoolsiekte” was nie toegelaat nie want ons ouers het geweet hoe om te “cope” met die daaglikse stres in hulle lewens. Al wanneer jy by die huis kon bly was wanneer jy half dood was. Termometers was ook nie onder jou tong of in jou oor geplaas nie……
Skoolsertifikate is aan almal uitgegee wat nooit afwesig was gedurende die jaar nie en snaaks genoeg, ons almal het altyd een gekry.
Elke oggend was met gebed en sang ge-open en die oudste onnies het altyd die Bybelperiode aangebied. Seker omdat hulle die Bybel die beste geken het.
Daardie generasie het van die beste risikovatters, problemoplossers en uitvinders OOIT geproduseer.
Die laaste 50 jaar het bestaan uit ontploffings van uitvindings en nuwe idees.
Ons het vryheid, verlies, sukses en verantwoordelikheid gehad en ons het GELEER hoe om dit te hanteer.
As jy een van hulle was.. Baie geluk!!!
Jy wil dalk hierdie deel met die wat gelukkig was om groot te word soos kinders, voordat prokureurs en regerings jou lewe “vir jou eie beswil” begin reguleer het.
Terwyl jy besig is, Stuur die aan vir jou kinders sodat hulle kan sien hoe dapper (en gelukkig) hulle ouers was.
Best cousins and friends Luke and Cobi
Maybe you have not notice, not many posts here of late, sorry I promise to atleast try again. So many things this year has gone wrong, things I feel I don't really want to share in Blogland. My worst fear is coming true and in just a few daysI have to say Goodbye to one of my grandsons, they will be moving back to South Africa. It hurts to much to say more on this subject so I just leave it at that for now ... a big hole in my heart for sure. Sometimes not all your wishes could be granted by the Fairy Godmother.
Annabella ... Castle by the sea ... inspired by someone special has also come to a standstill for now, just can't get myself in the writing Zone, but that does not mean her story will not be told. She just lives in my head for now ...
And in the meantime I offer you, a little song we love to sing while driving with the boys Bruno Mars ... Count on Me Please switch off the mxpod on the right and enjoy the song ... sure puts a smile on our dails The above pic was taken of the boys at the airport flying back to Brisbane after the holidays
Well that's it for me ATM
Just a little bit of Bruno Mars I discovered on my new CD Hope you enjoy the song.
Please switch off the mxpod on the right
The Full Strawberry Moon
is June 4th, Monday.
June's Full Strawberry Moon got its name (in the US) because the Algonquin tribes knew it as a signal to gather ripening fruit. ~~ It was often known as the Full Rose Moon in Europe (where strawberries aren't native).
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
- Walter de la Mare
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A Sweet Lesson on Patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
Favorite quotations .The Elders say the men should look at women in a sacred way. The men should never put women down or shame them in any way. When we have problems, we should seek their counsel. We should share with them openly. A woman has intuitive thought. She has access to another system of knowledge that few men develop. She can help us understand. We must treat her in a good way...
"Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity. But silence is impossible. Silence screams. Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act. Let who you are ring out & resonate in every word & every deed. Yes, become who you are. There's no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message. You are the message." ~Leonard Peltier.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it ok There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins They may be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
When you flew away You left a hole in my heart and I can not sew it up, Not even with the strongest thread. It won't heal and It's dying without you. You've flown in and out Too many times and Now I need you to fly in; So forever we can sing. But only you can choose Where to rest your wings, So once again, you have room to Fly Now, and If you feel like flying to me I will love you and let you in. If you don't come back to stay; Then Fly, Fly Away. Fly Long and Far, Knowing you have With you, My Heart.
Today (Friday) should be a happy day, we lodged our PR papers, now for the big wait our own case officer may he or she look favourably at our file. It's our future or what's left of it. The first day to the rest of our lives here in OZ ... Scared?! What does it have instore for us? How long will this nail biting wait take ... who knows. Anger?! Yes cause finally after 19 years he found the time to lodge the papers, now that our chances are at their worst ... say no more. Maybe they just boot us out ... pack your bags, you got 28 days to uproot your life again.
Why so negative? Life is making me that way, it's just getting to hard. I am not in a good place right now, so just go ahead and shoot me and get it over with. But I am still writing that book, even if my mother thinks I am wasting my time, cause "Your not getting paid so why bother" It's all about money it's always been about the money. Not because you want to do something cause you enjoy it or it's a challenge. So why do you let it worry you? I should just brush it aside,like water off a ducks back. Can Mother and daughter be so different in their ways and thoughts. Nothing has ever been good enough for her. Atleast she has something in common with dear George, who has become the man in her eye's after 32 years of disliking him, cause he just woun't quit working, making a Dollar ... and killing himself cause he's chasing money too. I get it that he is doing what he thinks is right, before he loses his health and sight. But put it all on a scale, and see what weighs the heaviest, the stress of living in the city, rents, bills, lights that keep going up, hours of travel. And on the otherside a simplier lifestyle.
What would you do if you won the Lotto? Got to play it first to win they say, so maybe I should start buying a few tickets for the just in case you know. Would it mean We could stay in Australia, sure they would hate to see so much money leave the country right? Then I could build a small stone house in the bush, add a few solar panels to the roof, collect a little wood for the fireplace, talk to the animals. That's how simple life should be, but I can do that without winning the Lotto, maybe a little money would help.
Now the good news, if we manage to stay here which really I should be more positive about cause there really should not be any major problems. You will just have to give up on your dreams of living on the farm for the next 4 years, while I make more money and end up making the Boss rich, so just maybe there is a bonus at the end of the year. That would be wonderful!!! Not holding my breath ... Ja ek is vrek ondankbaar
Don't dig to deep you might not like what you find a man"s dignity stolen from him his heart and soul gone just a bag of bones left behind lay buried in a wooden box on top of another wooden box fresh flowers on brown earth laid to rest together atlast no one there that meant anything to them once all alone under an african moon
Light a fire in your mind and then fuel it with conviction. Let it spread inside and melt away your chains of constriction. Turn up the fire and feel the heat-- moving through your hands and i...n your feet. And then, my friend, it’s merely a matter of time… ’Cause ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ a made-up mind! ♥~♥ neeesh
I am waiting for someone who will never come The smiles that i shared , tears that rolled out, Why Blow of a wind that slowly tells me that you would return, Return to where you belong, to where your love is.
I am waiting for someone who will never come, Ask my heart to stop beating for you, Let me loose so that i can fly again and feel your presence, Let me run away from your memories,
I am still waiting for someone who will never come, Why do i still wait when we know She is not coming back, My answer was this - I DON'T KNOW WHY , But i do !
Eyes doesn't stop looking at the door & ears for your voice, I am waiting for someone who has to come, I am waiting for someone who has to come for me & only me....!
Like the dawn breakin’ The Light came shinin’ through And a heart broken Is now a heart given to You But still there’s somethin’ deeper Somethin’ more than gratitude And it’s Sayin’ Sayin’ Sayin’ There’s so much more that we can do
We’ve got a Love callin’ A Love callin’ Oh we’ve got a Love callin’ ‘Cause we hear Love callin’
Ah there’s a new wind blowin’ Since we’ve been given this call When Your Spirit’s leadin’ Oh it doesn’t feel like a burden at all There are still lands locked in darkness There are hearts like an empty room And we’ll never know how to help them Until Father we listen to You
We’ve got a Love callin’ A Love callin’ Oh we got a Love callin’ ‘Cause we hear Love callin’
Like the rustle of an autumn breeze I can hear You whisper inside of me And I know In my heart of hearts I do believe Now I’m thankin’ You for givin’ me
A Love callin’ Oh a Love callin’ Oh we’ve got a Love callin’ ‘Cause we hear Love callin’ Callin’ for a new vision Oh a heart mission Oh and it’s drawin’ It’s drawin’ us ‘Cause we hear Love callin’
A love callin’
Do you hear His love callin’ Do you give yourself away
Oh do you feel He’s drawin’ you nearer
Do you feel Him drawin’ near you
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Elke persoon het ñ voetspoor iewers in iemand se lewe getrap. Raak daardie persoon aan,want die kleinste gedagte maak tog soveel saak. Gister wou jy. Vandag kan jy. En more is dalk te laat. Spreek elke dag ñ woord van liefde. Vandag het ek gekies om dankie te se vir jou voetspore in my lewe ! ;-)
~~To accomplish great things, you must not only act, but dream; not only plan, but believe~~
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Hi and welcome to my blog, I am Rina, Grandmother to 2 lovely boys, crafter, greenie, gardener. I dream about living on Our Slice of Heaven and living the good life. In the meantime I just write ... mostly about stuff going round in my head.
I have invited a few of my friends to join me blogging, welcome to them also. Thanks again for you imput ... love ya.
... that you matter. People need you. People you love and even people you have never met are depending on you. You matter to God as well. No one else can be the person you were created to be. Do not think for a minute that you are not important; - the world needs you. God needs you.
A true friend never walks awayA true will always stayA true friend looks out for youA true friend will guard your secretsLike a precious giftA true friend is there for youTo give you a helpful liftA true friend tries to make you smileTries to replace that frownThey may not always succeedBut they rarely let you downThese arms for you are openThis heart for you does careAnd when I think you need meI'll try to always be thereI'll listen to your fearsI promise not to laughComfort your falling tearsI'll make this friendship lastI'll keep you near to my heartI'll always hold you dearEven when we're miles apartEven when you're hereI hope I am to youEverything you are to meFor the friendship we haveIs a special one indeed.
"There has never been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between a mother and a son." Author: Unknown
A TRUE FRIEND IS SOMEONE WHO SEES THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES WHILE EVERYONE ELSE BELIEVES THE FAKE SMILE .
Did you know that those who appear to be really strong............really are the most sensistive?......Did you know that those who spend all their time protecting others.....sometimes really need someone to protect them?.........Did you know that three of the hardest things to say are: I love you, I'm sorry and help me.. ♥ Put it on your status if you agree xx
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Henri Nouwen
There comes a time in life when you walk away from all the pointless drama &people who create it, & surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad & focus on the good. Lifeis too short to be anything but happy.