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

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


A woman is the calm of a hurricane's eye

where a man finds tranquility

as the storm passes by

... A woman is the softness inside the shell

when the shell is bombarded

by man's creation of hell

A woman is the pillar of a temple foundation

where a man comes and goes

with renewed inspirations

A woman is the cloud that carries the rain

giving life to man's soul

parched from anxieties and pain

A woman is the bank of the river flows

helping man's direction

by being the woman she knows

A woman is the sound of a Lark's song in the morning

when mist covers life

and man feels forlorn

A woman is the emotions

shared with a man

the climax of giving

by the touch of a hand

A woman is the flesh that holds the seed

the miracle of birth

fullfilling human need

A woman is the mother of a new generation

a man is the direction

of that aspirationSee more

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