The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.
... Helen Keller

~ There are many things in life
That will catch your eye
But only a few will catch
Your Heart ... Pursue those .... Passion

Unknown
After all this is over, all that will really have mattered is how we treated each other

Choix entre deux passants
-Victor Hugo

Je vis la Mort, je vis la Honte; toutes deux
Marchaient au crepescule au fond du bois hideux.

L'herbe informe etait brune et d'un souffle agitee.

Et sur un cheval mort la Mort etait montee;
La Honte cheminait sur un cheval pourri.

Des vagues oiseaux noirs on entendait le cri.

Et la Honte me dit: -----Je m'appelle la Joie.
Je vais au bonheur. Viens. L'or, la pourpre, la soie,
Le festins, les palais, les pretres, les bouffons,
Le rire triumphal sous les vastes plafonds,
Les richesses en hate ouvrant leurs sacs de piastres,
Les parcs, eden nocturne aux grandes arbres pleins d'astres,
Les femmes accourant avec une aube aux fronts,
La fanfare a sa bouche appuyant les clairons,
Fiere, et faisant sonner la gloire dans le cuivre,
Tout cela t'appartient; Viens, tu n'as qu'a me suivre.

Et je lui repondis:-----Ton cheval sent mauvais.

La Mort me dit: -----Mon nom est Devoir; et je vais
Au sepulcre, a travers l'angoisse et le prodige.

-----As-tu derriere toi de la place? lui dis-je.

Et depuis lors, tournes vers l'ombre ou Dieu parait,
Nous faisons route ensemble au fond de la foret.

**********

Choice between two passing by
by Victor Hugo

(translation - s1owhand)

I see Death, I see Shame; the two of them
Walking in twilight at the depth of the hideous woods.

The unformed grass was brown and the breeze riffled.

And on a dead horse was Death mounted;
Shame came along on a putrid horse.

From vague black birds one heard a cry.

And Shame tells me: "I am called Joy.
I am going to happiness. Come. Gold, purple and silk,
festivals palaces, priests, jokers,
The laughter triumphant under vast ceilings,
The wealthy hating to open their sacks of piastres,
The parks, eden at evening under grand trees filled with stars,
The girls run freely with dawn in their faces,
From fanfare's mouth support for the trumpets,
Proud, and sounding glory in copper,
All that belongs to you; Come, you have only to follow me."

And I responded to him: "Your horse smells bad."

Death says: "My name is Duty. and I go
to the sepulchre, across anguish and wonder."

"Do you have a place behind you?" I tell him.
And since then, turned towards the shadow where God appears,
We make our road together to the depths of the forest.

Sheshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh had to dust off the Webs,,,

Wisdom such a powerful tool,, yet not always used the proper way,,,,,,

((( Sherrie )))))))

Waiting on your Wisdom,,,,

oh my! You HAVE been doing some dusting (((Mom))) ...


...somewhere between dreaming and awake I have been wondering of you ...

Plans have to be realistic ... dreams do not ...

Dream big ... dream often ... dream loud...




from James Allen's 'As A Man Thinketh'

"The dreamers are the saviours of the
world. As the visible world is sustained
by the invisible, so men, through all
their trials and sins and sordid
vocations, are nourished by the beautiful
visions of their solitary dreamers.
Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it
cannot let their ideals fade and die;
it lives in them; it knows them as the
realities which it shall one day see and
know.

Composer, sculptor, painter, poet,
prophet, sage, these are the makers of
the after-world, the architects of heaven.
The world is beautiful because they
have lived; without them, laboring
humanity would perish."

Hyacinths to feed thy soul


" If of thy wordly goods thou art bereft

and from thy slender store,

two loaves alone to thee are left...

sell one...

and with the dole ...

buy hyacinths to feed thy soul...

Everywhere and Anywhere
Here and Now
Inside and Out
Within and Beyond
Life-Humbling
Eternity-Ever Forward
Humanity-Ever After


Our Souls touch Our Hearts hear,,, Dreams our quite amazing,,,
My Love to you and your Creative one,,,

Band-aids may heal a wound, Dr's cure a cold, but nothing warms the heart as much as three beautiful words, I love you.
Me.

very true ...

good morning < Wolf Eyes >...

LA Mom, Artgurl & Everyone else

hope all is going well with you









I always loved this one...

another gem from the wisdom of my Mother

although i am not sure who actually wrote this


"Forgiveness is the Fragrance

the Violet sheds

on the heel

that has crushed it "

Good morning Nessa...fixing to head to bed. Yawning is starting to take over.

sleep well & may you have pleasant restful dreams

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations, the new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

-Anton Ego

Django: [showing the exterminator shop to Remy with the dead rats in the window] The world we live in belongs to the enemy, we must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy. When all is said and done, we're all we've got.
[Django starts to walk away]

Remy: [defiantly] No. Dad, I don't believe it. You're telling me that the future is - can only be - more of this?

Django: This is the way things are; you can't change nature.

Remy: Change is nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.

Django: [Remy turns to leave] Where are you going?

Remy: With luck, forward.

Love Melts Fear - Kahn Brothers

http://youtube.com/watch?v=cFTIirZLRng

Treat the earth well.
It was not given to you by your parents,
it was loaned to you by your children.
We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
we borrow it from our Children.

Ancient Indian Proverb

"Spirit of the wolf, grant this prayer...that all can live as one with nature and peace reign everywhere."
Indian Prayer

One of the greatest quotes yet!!

"If man asks for many laws it is only because he is sure that his neighbor needs them; privately he is an unphilosophical anarchist, and thinks laws in his own case superfluous."

"In my youth I stressed freedom, and in my old age I stress order. I have made the great discovery that liberty is a product of order."

"Inquiry is fatal to certainty."

"It may be true that you can't fool all the people all the time, but you can fool enough of them to rule a large country."

"To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves. Nothing is often a good thing to say, and always a clever thing to say."

"Truth always originates in a minority of one, and every custom begins as a broken precedent."

-Will Durant