“HOW CAN WE EXPECT RIGHTEOUSNESS TO PREVAIL WHEN THERE IS HARDLY ANYONE WILLING TO GIVE THEIR-SELF UP INDIVIDUALLY TO A RIGHTEOUS CAUSE? SUCH A FINE SUNNY DAY, AND I HAVE TO GO, BUT WHAT DOES MY DEATH MATTER, IF THROUGH US THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE AWAKENED AND STIRRED TO ACTION?”
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace
It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
If it is right, pursue it with all of your heart, your skill, and your grit.
If in the end we are but dust and vapor, then may our dust be fertile and our vapor pure. May we grace gardens and orchards and coastlines. May we intertwine and find each others atoms in the fruit that grows, the flowers that bloom, the waves that crash. May we seek out trade winds to travel to new homes, and make the earth good and whole again. May we bring life.
The stars in the sky glimmer with the hopes of reflecting in your eyes.
Generations have sped past, worlds formed and civilizations were built and conquered.
All just passing time to wait for the day you arrive, you look at me, and you smile.
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat. ~ Theodore Roosevelt
the melt water jogged towards the base of the slope, urged onward by the soft autumn sunshine. this was the first snow of the season – surely to melt, and just as confidently to whet the appetites of all searching the year for the depths of winter. the snow barked underfoot, bare patches of earth visible where feet and hooves and paws had trodden. it promised to be a dreary winter; dark, cold, covered in the monochrome winter in the mountains bleaches all with. but with winter’s dark comes the gentle glow of a campfire, hearth, or candle’s fire. with winter’s cold comes the warmth of a home. brimming full with simple joys of fresh baked bread or a well worn blanket. with winter’s snow comes it’s silence, it’s total calm. with winter’s drear comes it’s contentment, it’s simple pleasures.
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