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Life Under Construction.

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[success]The greatest mistake you can make in life is continually fearing that you’ll make on. ~ Elbert Hubbard[/success] Today I remembered a poem by Portia Nelson, that’s really a story about life and hope and redemption and I wanted to share it: “There’s A Hole In My Sidewalk Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost… I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I…

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What If?

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[success]Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. ~ Einstein[/success] And today, because I’m feeling poetic and imaginative, all at the same time I give you this. What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you dreamed? And what if, in your dream you went to heaven… And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke you had the flower in your hand? …Ah what then? Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) Encourage one another. Love Elle Images By archer10 (Dennis) By listentoreason By Simon Donini By doegox By zehhrah

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Be Kind

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Written words can be exceptional expressions of the soul.  They fade away or they endure.  Some may move us to the higher reaches of the heart, some may inspire us to greater more noble deeds, some are plain mean-spirited and spiteful. These words are amazingly beautiful and inspire me to think more kindly, be more compassionate and act more lovingly. “Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet: Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B. Yeats (1856-1939) “He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven.” As these two Little Sprites like to say…”Just be kind.”

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