The day Miss Vivian was thrown off her high horse,
people didn’t look so small anymore.
– by C. Dennis-Willingham
– by C. Dennis-Willingham
Over 25 years ago, I had the great pleasure of meeting this true celebrity. He was the real deal – the same person I saw on PBS stood before me, thanked me for my service to young children, had his assistant take our picture (when he noticed my disappointment that I hadn’t brought my camera), and reminded my mother of the importance of being a grandmother.
A few weeks later, as promised, I received the photos in the mail.
Me, Mr. Rogers and my mom at an early childhood conference in Anaheim, CA
To this man, no person was “foreign.” They were someone that he had not yet had the pleasure to meet.
I just bought the new “forever” postage stamp.
Also watch for upcoming films about him and his limitless love for humanity.
Thank you, Mr. Rogers. You are still an inspiration.
via Foreign
Do not rain on my parade
unless it’s with feathers,
or glitter
or golden moon powder
You may not like the floats I created
my choice of marching bands
or the tethered balloons
reaching for the endless sky.
Perhaps the spectators are not to your liking
the cheers from old and young alike
may be too loud for your ears.
If you want to rain on my parade
do not come
But if your heart opens
and your mind changes
I will let you in for free.
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via Stifle
Oh the sisters of mercy,
they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort
and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them,
you who’ve been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything
that you cannot control.
It begins with your family,
but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging,
I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy,
your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
Well they lay down beside me,
I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes
and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf
that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping,
I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights,
you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous
if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that
and besides it would still be all right.
–beautifully written by Leonard Cohen
via Mercy
In a cast iron skillet, add:
their negative comments
crass looks
middle fingers
curse words
belittlement
bullying
judgements
betrayal
lies
venom
Do NOT let the ingredients boil over, cause a fire, or ruin the pan (you might need it later)
Let simmer for 5 minutes to a near lifetime
until the mixture boils down to nothing but serenity (ignore the initial stench)
Hint: The less it stews, the more time you have for adding fresher vegetables
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We know what happened yesterday
we know our present stint
but what shall come tomorrow, we
have not an ounce of glint
Perhaps that’s for the better, thus
we live life as bestowed
no worry of what if’s and how’s
just watch as it unfolds.
For isn’t it a grander scheme
eyes upward toward the glow
to cast anxieties aside
and let the worries go?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow
Do you wrap your shoulders in guilt?
Does it make you feel better?
Of course not.
You did what you did, but the moment has passed.
Perhaps it is regret that you are feeling.
Regret is better. It means you have taken that nugget,
examined it with neutral hands
and learned from it.
So, you wash your hands with compassionate soap
and remind yourself that you are not a fraud
but a human flawed
like everyone else.
Be brave and accept
being flawed only adds to your perfection.
To think another irrelevant
are thoughts from someone arrogant
slow in their development
lacking in their etiquette
don’t let them set a precedent
of how others should be treated.
I much prefer the elephant
obviously more intelligent
and not nearly as conceited!
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Daily word prompt; Irrelevant