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Life is a miracle,don't let it slip away... Open your heart to others,give of yourself each day... See the beauty in everyone,regardless of where they're been... Some have a difficult journey,and really need a friend... Share your gifts and talents,listen with your heart... Do the things you dream about,but don't have time to start... Pick a bouquet of flowers,show someone that you care... Be gracious and forgiving,life is never fair... We all have a cross to bear,some have a heavy load... If yo... Read More
edit | delete I FEARED........I feared being alone... until I learned to like myself. I feared failure... until I realized that I only fail when I don't try. I feared success... until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself. I feared peoples opinions... until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway. I feared rejection... until I learned to have fai... Read More
It seems only a moment ago I was walking down my favorite path in the woods in autumn. There is a large stone about halfway down the path. I often pause at the stone and look about the woods and wonder at the beauty there. A few autumns ago, during a time in my life when I wasn't feeling well, I would often stop and rest near that stone. Sometimes I'd remain there for quite a while - resting and refecting on the brevity and fragility of life. It was at that time I gave the stone a name and I've... Read More
THOUGHTS ON SPRING Just a few of my thoughts on spring. These were published in 1993 in Gods Beauty, A collection of Spring. MARCH I glimpsed a Robin outside my window, Bobbing his head and trilling a tune. I thought to myself, That little one Is in my yard too soon. For March winds are a blowing Their crisp breaths all around that tree where that little bird sits. And the nip in the air feels fall, not spring. Maybe he shouldn't be here yet. Then I glance at my flower bed, cov... Read More
Growing up in Maine was a never ending adventure. From the coast to the mountains, and everywhere in between, was a beautiful playground for a child. I grew up near the ocean. In just a few minutes I could be at the beach or sitting high on some rocky outcroppings staring at the sea, watching the bubbling, foamy surf, and listening to the waves crash on the sandy beach below. Maine has a glorious history relating to its share of the ocean coastli... Read More
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