By Prabhu S. | Featured Contributor
A breathtaking fire burning
Amidst a universe of darkness;
Yet conquers all the hatred
Fueled by true sadness.
A beautiful river flowing,
Amidst a desert of depression.
Yet conquers the heart,
Immortal of repression.
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
I am not my body.
I am not the wrinkles around my eyes,
nor am I the deep lines forming under my nose.
I am not the softening of my belly that is thickening my waist and
now spilling over my waistbands.
I am not the annoying chin hairs cropping up.
Every time I look in the mirror,
I notice the things I am not.
My eye goes right to anything that screams aging at me,
especially my now droopy neck.
Or the brown spots forming on my face and hands.
“Damn it!” I say to myself.
“I am getting old.”
And I turn away in disgust.
Stop and smell the roses,
Smell that sweet aroma,
Admire the dew
on each crimson petal,
Simple pleasures
to let sink in and settle.
The beauty that you miss,
can truly be bliss.
Wake up to a gallery
of wonders every morning,
Marvel in every little detail,
it is ever so revitalizing,
In this busy world which we live,
we must remember one thing,
Slow down…life is for savoring.
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Thank you, Duncan, for this beautifully penned, timely reminder.
Wishing everyone a lovely day.
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One tree can start a forest
One smile can begin a friendship
One hand can lift a soul
One word can frame a goal
One candle can wipe out darkness
One laugh can conquer gloom
One hope can raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One life can make a difference…
Be that one today.
-BJ Gallagher
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May we be those willing to take the first step.
Wishing you a beautiful weekend.
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We have a choice each and every day.
I choose to feel blessed.
I choose to feel grateful.
I choose to be thankful.
I choose to be content.
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Wishing everyone a truly beautiful day.
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“If you start living for the smallest reasons,
that’s when you know you’re really living.
The smell of rain after a thunderstorm,
the shades of pavements when it’s autumn,
the mediocre midnights and the color of the sunsets,
the warmth of oven when baking Christmas cookies,
the thickness of paper when flipping through magazine pages,
the smell of new books and new clothes and new things.
When you start looking at things,
really really looking,
you’ll start living.
Because then you’ll understand how it is to really be a human…
in this world full of people.”
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May we recognize the treasure within the little things.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
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“At such moments I don’t think about all the misery,
but about the beauty that still remains.”
-Anne Frank
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Wishing you all a beautiful weekend. 💙
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