The Toddler's Creed

If I want it, it's mine.
If I give it to you and change
my mind later, it's mine.
If I can take it away from you,
it's mine.
If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
If it's mine, it will never belong to
anyone else, no matter what.
If we are building something together,
all the pieces are mine.
If it looks just like mine,
it is mine!

~~~

And you wondered why people are what they are! Though who would've thought anyone as adorable as my 2 year old niece could be that nasty.. Ever noticed how traits like that are soo cute in toddlers but make you go grrrrr in adults?

Never let yourself
feel pressured
into saying something
you don't want
to say or into
saying something
when you don't
feel like talking.

Silence is not
a lack of
communication.
It is a form of
communication,
and can be
very effective.

~~~

Requiem

My little 10 year old dog Sentea died in the wee hours of Monday morning. He went through a lot of pain that I don't even want to think about. What always distresses me when pets die is that old claim that animals don't have souls so I'll never see him or any of our old loved furried ones ever again. And it's also so hard to take when they pass away and nobody really expresses any real sympathy. You go out and everything is the same, life goes on same as it always does while you move around with an aching heart. The lyrics of this old love song always comes to mind at times like this...

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world,
`cause you don't love me anymore?

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love.

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
why ev'rything's the same as it was.
I can't understand, no I can't understand,
how life goes on the way it does.

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said good-bye.

~~

It's a quiet sunday evening, mist and fog all day. I can take solitariness better than most people but every once in a while come those blue moments when you wonder if anyone knows you're out there, if anyone remembers you exist... like Neil Diamond, him of the uber-beautiful voice, once put it so soulfully...

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
And then became one
Well, except for the names and a few other changes
If you talk about me, the story's the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried but it won't let me go
And I'm not a woman who likes to swear
But I've never cared for the sound of being alone

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost and I can't even say why...
~~

Lately I'm always just so rushed for time, my early morning Quiet Times have been seriously cut short. And as if that doesn't make me feel terribly guilty already, I just read this little poem. Ouch.

I knelt to pray but not for long

I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
for bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer
and jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
to spread a word of cheer,
no time to speak of Christ to friends,
they'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do
That was my constant cry,
no time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
but never found the time."
~~

Of Legs and Feet and Strappy Heels

I've never really been into strappy heels until this Easter when I got me the white ones. Now if there's one thing I like most about myself it's my feet. I think I have passably good-lookin' feet even if I do say so myself :D But strappy heels are murder to move around with and at one time I felt they made me look underdressed and horribly exposed! Basically you just need superb balance and lots of attitude to carry them off creditably. Maybe I'm finally getting there :o)

Little Things Mean a Lot

This is an old song that used to be big in the 50s. I've never actually heard it but the lyrics were in an old songbook that we had around the house for as long as I can remember. And little things do mean a lot to me...a thank you for something apparently trivial, keeping your word by calling when you say you'll call .....in general, just little touches that speak tons of good manners and breeding. In friendship, in love, in courtship, in basic interpersonal relationships, they get my vote for gallantry anyday!

blow me a kiss from across the room
say I look nice when i'm not
touch my hair as you pass my chair
little things mean a lot.
give me your arm as we cross the street
call me at six on the dot
a line a day when you're far away
little things mean a lot.
don't have to buy me diamonds or pearls
champagne, sables, and such
i never cared much for diamonds and pearls
'cause honestly, honey, they just cost money
give me a hand when i've lost the way
give me your shoulder to cry on
whether the day is bright or gray
give me your heart to rely on
send me the warmth of a secret smile
to show me you haven't forgot
for now and forever, that's always and ever
honey, little things mean a lot.

~~~

Message in a Bottle



My love is not fragile
It will not leave you
You are in my heart
and my soul
Everything that I am
you are a part of

Know that I cherish you
I always will