Fear works like breaks on a car. There is no moving forward and no going back, we stay there frozen like a deer in the headlights, whenever we hit the fear-pedal.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
When I was a child I thought I was perfect
I never questioned the way I looked
Then I got older and perfection faded
I started to dislike parts of my body
–
In Kindergarten I met a little boy and we became friends the very first day. We shared our lunches, played together and we were sure nothing could ever tear us apart.
Today
It will be the first day on this Earth for many
they will celebrate this day for years.
Others will die today and will be remembered
by people who will be shedding tears.
- . . .
If there is more than this
If there is another life
Then watch out for me
Looking around and watching the news, yes, I know what the author was thinking. This world is truly hell for so many -too many.
My oldest Godchild is getting married and I have the honor to give a speech at the wedding.
His Mom was my best friend and today, more than ever, do I wish she still would be with us, so we could work on this speech together.
I think we all get an invisible backpack when we are born. At first we just carry it around empty, but then -just after a short while- we start to fill it up.
We fill it up with memories, experiences and feelings – all of it- the good and the bad. Over time the backpack gets heavier and weighs us downs. Then it’s time for a break, it’s time to sit down and look at our inventory.
Love is like a puppy.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there
and needs cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know ‘Don’t you ever do that again!’
There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year? ” the reporter asked.