i wish i could show you, when you are lonely or
in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being
Hafiz
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
To My Grown Up Son by Alice E. Chase
My
hands were busy through the day;
I
didn’t have much time to play
The
little games you asked me to –
I
didn’t have much time for you.
I’d
wash your clothes, I’d sew and cook;
But
when you’d bring your picture book
And
asked me please to share your fun,
I’d
say: “a little later, son.”
I’d
tuck you in all safe at night,
And
hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then
tip-toe softly to the door…
I
wish I’d stayed a minute more.
For
life is short, the years rush past…
A
little boy grows up so fast.
No
longer is he at your side,
His
precious secrets to confide.
The
picture books are put away;
There
are no longer games to play.
No
good-night kiss, no payers to hear –
That
all belongs to yesteryear.
My
hands, once busy, now are still.
The
days are long and hard to fill.
I
wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
When we make a change, it’s so easy to interpret
our unsettledness as unhappiness, and our unhappiness as a result of having
made the wrong decision. Our mental and emotional states fluctuate madly when
we make big changes in our lives, and some days we could tight-rope across
Manhattan, and other days we are too weary to clean our teeth. This is normal.
This is natural. This is change.
Jeanette Winterson
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
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