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

Friday, March 9, 2012

The Shadows of Red Feathers ....



You entered my heart like a slow disease,
thorn bush barriers protecting my soul.

I soaked my heart in every poison,
only in solitude .... the secret gateway to my heart.
I left you and the poison .... a dark stain in the sand.

I entered your heart as a straight barbed arrow,
shadows of red feathers on your soul.

The more you cut and pull,
the deeper the scar tissue on your soul.

Lifetimes it will take for the arrow to work through,
the shadows of red feathers forever on your soul.
(Maurice)



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Posted by a friend Mauritz, a bushman by heart, one of the few men that can ride a horse and shoot with a bow and arrow from it's back.

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