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 ......
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
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Love is the ultimate medicine, love is what we all need more of and what we all need to give more of!
Food, water and shelter are simply what we need to survive, love is what we need to live.
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