Everything is but a tiny flower nestled beneath the clover.

Sometimes its like reading a book with a sad ending over and over.....expecting the ending to change.

 

This is Muffin, seventeen years old and has lost a lot of her faculties. Thanksgiving day among all the company and comotion she was in her own little world surfing the floor in the kitchen for the slightest crumb that she could claim as her own. With the tiny aching body she was doing something she loved to do.There is a lesson for us all in Muffins diligence for joy.

Only the Strong

       Peeling back the layers is a choice made only by the strong.

I was standing in the light while he was dancing in the dark.  One day he stepped into the light and I was gone.

Get a Red Pen

When they say they will but they wont; when they say they do but they don't ...turn the page, get a red pen...and make a note.

But...You Are So Strong

I don't like for people to tell me I am strong when I am feeling weak and broken.
It doesn't make me feel stronger. It just makes  me feel like they don't understand.

Love and Appreciation

I was living in California in a large apartment complex. 
I often took walks through the complex it was very peaceful.
The Eucalyptus leaves were scattered along the sidewalk . A
young girl was doing her daily piano practice, it was lovely.
A light rain started to fall. I turned to walk back to my apartment.
That is when I saw a tiny, frail very old Asian lady with a shopping cart
pulled up to the wooden fence that surrounded her patio. She was climbing
into the shopping cart and unsuccessfully trying to climb over the fence.
Someone hurried past me trying to avoid the rain said "she has locked
herself out." as they continued to make a run for it. ( the office was closed)
I went over to her and discovered she didn't speak a bit of English.
I made a motion to her, holding my hand up as if saying wait ! wait!
I ran to my apartment and got my step ladder. On returning the
tiny frail very old lady was standing in the middle of the shopping cart
with rain falling all around her and looking in my direction.
I steadied the ladder, helped her out of the cart and proceeded to
guide her up the latter. It felt like she would break if I wasn't careful.
Getting her over the top was tedious as I whispered repeatedly "Oh dear"
After watching her disappear on the other side of the fence I walked back home thinking of
how many things could have gone terribly wrong.
About a week later I was again walking through the complex and I saw the tiny woman
walking towards me.  When she stood in front of me she raised her hands, cupped together, and
stretched them forward offering me what she was holding as she repeated a single word in
in her own language that I didn't understand. I knew that she was saying thank you.
In her hands was a simple but perfect pine cone. I thought it was truly a beautiful gift. My heart was touched and humbled. I later learned that a pine cone is an international symbol for love.
How precious are the memories of sincere love and appreciation.

Not Everyone

Some people will never see the ocean.
I have felt the salty waves rush to caress my feet.
Some people will never watch snow flakes fall.
I have stood in four feet of snow in the streets
of Chicago.
Some people will never see the desert. The desert colors flowed over me like a blanket as I slept.
Some people have received miracles and never saw them. I have seen
miracles.
Some people never live to experience their hair turning grey. I have gently brushed the
silver strands and seen all of my life on my face.

It doesn't have to be extraordinary or rare to be beautiful. Even the smallest and ordinary can be beautiful too.