Live Simply Poem

Come with me
And you will see,
A world of pure simplicity.

Where grass is green
And sky is blue,
All is right and all is true.

Sunrises set the tone
For waltzes, wishes,
And ice cream cones.

May I have this dance,
Or stroll by the garden gate?
Roses reveal it's never too late.

Here and now
It can be,
Where I love you and you love me.

Phyll

Blessing for the Animals

A Blessing for the Animals: In our hearts and minds, we bless the animals that hold a special place in our lives. As we care for them daily, they remind us of the joy we know in serving others. They offer us their examples of exuberant living and most importantly, they teach us the invaluable lesson of giving and receiving unconditional love. We include all the animals of the world in our blessing...

 

From the birds that sing to announce a bright, new day, to the bees that pollinate flowers and fruit trees, from the Aardvark to the Zebra - and all the stations inbetween. These creatures grace the Earth that we all share with their presence in unique and important ways. We give thanks for the countless benefits and joys they bring to the world.

Love Thy Neighbor

Each man takes care that his neighbor shall not cheat him. But a day comes when he begins to care that he does not cheat his neighbor. Then all goes well. He has changed his market-cart into a chariot of the sun.
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher

You'll Know When You Need to Know

You'll know when you need to know, Phyll, and not a moment earlier.

That's how it works when the answer you're looking for depends on other events that must first settle, new players that need to be gathered, and serendipities that are still being calculated.

Phyll, sometimes, not even I know, until I know.

But you will,
    The Universe

Extend Happiness

Shift Happens!

Daily Inspiration 07 August 2012

You are not here to find happiness;
you are here to extend it. You are
inspiration-packed, wisdom-infused,
made with love, and blessed with joy.
And so is everyone else.

About This Writer

It's the birthday of Conrad Aiken (books by this author), born in Savannah, Georgia (1889). His parents were wealthy New Englanders who had moved south for his father's medical practice. When he was 12, with no warning or explanation, his father became increasingly emotionally unstable and violent. He woke one morning to the sound of gunshots and discovered the bodies of his parents — his father had shot his mother before turning the gun on himself. Aiken went to live with an aunt in Massachusetts where he attended private New England schools before entering Harvard. He started writing a poem a day, always changing the form, paying little attention to the content. He met T.S. Eliot through the literary magazine and the two developed a lifelong friendship, bonding over literature, drinking, and Krazy Kat comics.

In 1952, Aiken published his autobiography Ushant, all about the trauma of his childhood, and his own attempt at suicide, his affairs, and many literary friendships. Towards the end of his life, he returned to his hometown Savannah to live until his death in 1973 at the age of 84.

Look Into My Eyes

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look
through each other's eyes for an instant?

~Henry David Thoreau.