Healing is not Forgetting.......

Silly isn't it but I always thought you could live on love. There are those things we need to provide ourselves with to flourish in this world. A roof over our head and food in our bellies, that provides us with the tools to exist. Love is the tool that gives us the strength to reach out and touch others. We can use it to educate ourselves, to guide the next generation to provide a stable foundation for which our children can grow. Think how wonderful a child feels in the mothers arms, we should that all they way through out life. This song has always been simple and yet so
very true......what the world needs now is love sweet love, no not for some , but for everyone.

When we were children , we were told it takes more muscle to frown then to smile and that time is the great healer. I say heal but don't forget in fear of making the same mistakes and well by all means smile .. smile though your heart is breaking, smile what's the ......

The Winter of My Life......

Out of the book" Dear Kim Blake," I find this particular poem describes well what many of us have been through and our struggles to let go of the past and surface beyond the dark clouds.

" The Winter of My Life"

The key to unlocking what the darkness brings is to release the memories trapped inside of me. I thought it was the season that froze me in my tracks, as I was continously afraid of looking back. Lost amongst the thicket and still caught up in the freeze, seized by the moment I had fallen to my knees.I beg the winter to be kind and release me from the past, as the chill is gaining very fast. The season of winter, whispered in my ear, it's not of nature that sent the despair, causing you to feel such rentless fear. The winter that you feel that pierces like a knife it belongs to winter "the winter of your life. "

Tear drops from the heavens, aimlessly earth bound.
Sent to cleanse us of our yesterday and encourage
the laugther to be found.

Angels rejoice, in the song of hope, the world
would be a better place, if love were
allowed to grow.

It's all there is

To Accept fault is not to accept failure, but repetitious failure is a fault.
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Cutural differences aside, I believe human emotion felt through mothers world wide are the vision of hope. For they weep the tears that nuture the seed of tomorrow.
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In my arms I cradle the precious gift of life,
in my dreams I hold to faith,that all
will see the value in this
walk on earth.
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Love.... understands that jealousy, greed and hatred flourish,
the challenge is to redirect through the pages of history
and live through the words of wisdom to educate
that the beauty is only seen through the
window of the heart.