Not into drama, just real folks who do not play head games. I am a naturally curious soul who loves to learn. Feel free to look at the"Feed" section of my profile to see more. My preferred pronouns are she/her.
Thanks to those who take the time to read these
and leave a thumbs-up! (how else would I know
anyone looks at them!?)
You are waking up, as Germany once did
to the awareness that 1/3 of your people would kill another 1/3,
while 1/3 watches.
In the morning, instead of saying to yourself,
"I got to wake up" say, "I get to wake up!"
~ Cyrkah Badu
All of the family members that graced the Thanksgiving tables of my childhood have gone on to the heavenly table to share their Thanksgivings with the angels. I miss them. Over the years my Thanksgiving table has been graced by a variety of friends and relatives. As my circle of acquaintances grew over the years, so did the circle of my extended family. I no longer live close enough for them to visit or to have for a Thanksgiving meal, however I am very glad for their presence in my life. My family of the heart is large and varied, and I think of them with love and gratitude.
~ Tasha Halpert
Perhaps the secret of living well is not in having all the answers
but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.
~ Rachel Naomi Remen
But of course we can't take any credit for our talents.
It's how we use them that counts.
~ Madeline L'Engle
There are two ways to be fooled.
One is to believe what isn't true.
The other is to refuse to believe what is true.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
Appreciating and thanking all veterans,
past and present. May we need less in the future.
Adorable children are considered to be the general property of the human race
(Rude children belong to their mothers).
~ Judith Sylvia Perlman
(Judith Martin AKA Miss Manners)
The whole world is a series of miracles,
but we’re so used to them
we call them ordinary things.
~ Hans Christian Andersen
springggrain: In the end
We will conserve only what we love.
We will love only what we understand.
We will understand only what we are taught.
~ Baba Dioum
In other words . . .
carefully taught.wmv - YouTube
The Story of the Dragonfly
~ This story is an old fable, retold by many.
Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun.
For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They noticed that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about its business with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually climbed out of sight and was never seen again.
“Look!” said one of the water bugs to another. “One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?” Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return. “That’s funny!” said one water bug to another. “Wasn’t she happy here?” asked a second water bug. “Where do you suppose she went?” wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.
Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered them all together. “I have an idea”, he said. “The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.” “We promise,” they said solemnly.
One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.
He was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided to take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he awoke, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.
He couldn’t believe the startling change he saw in his body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly.
Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in his new environment. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: “The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why.”
Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. “I can’t return!” he said in dismay. “At least I tried, but I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they’ll understand what happened to me, where I went, and this wonderful new life I’ve been given.” And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.
And that’s the story of the dragonfly. So, I’ll ask again… is there a Heaven?