Archive for January, 2009
rehearsal
whoo hoo – thanks mattie…
the dance it works…
An Old Farmer’s Advice :
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight
and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.
Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get
older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t
botherin’ you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a
rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop
diggin’.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.
Always drink upstream from the herd..
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
~GRACIE’S POEM~
In the evening’s glow outside tonight
Under stars, the sky, a moon so bright
I walk with wind tossing my hair
“Hey God” I ask, “Are you still there?”
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Stars twinkle back like eyes so clear
I hear a voice whisper “Child, I’m always here.”
So who are these people I’ve come to adore
God says with a smile, “Please tell me more”.
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Night after night I stare at the screen
Laughing and typing on this dusty machine
Conveying emotions through smilies and letters
A chat with these peeps makes the day all that better
What’s this connection for how we relate?
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Based on love and acceptance, so different from hate
A home of our own we’ve created this space
With secret identities-I hide behind Grace
Alone in my study with no one around
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I chat with these strangers so blessed to have found
“So what are your questions” God asks with a grin
I’m a little confused but I’ll try to begin
I want to believe that all this is real
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And truly acknowledge what my heart really feels
I laugh and I smile, I blush its all true
I thought you could do that with only people you knew
“Well” God whispers through stars and the moon“
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There is more to learn than what you assume…
My love is endless for all to endure
So connecting with others goes beyond door-to-door
Take not what you know but what I provide
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The joy that is felt is simply no lie
I send yellow to all in no one size
Some of which is not seen by the eye.
You see my child there is no easy way
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To describe the interactions I create every day
If you embrace all my love with a warm open heart
You will find love in others, my definition of art.”
“So true” I ponder as I look to the sky
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Our bonds are like artwork that money can’t buy
Rich colors on canvas-computer-like screens
Beauty is seen through these (hu)man-made machines
Well thank you God, it was no little mistake
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That I came to this site where connections aren’t fake
I’ve been given so much and here’s one more blessing
A way to relieve all the work that is stressing
“Anytime my dear, and know I am here
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If you ever need to talk or just know I am near
Share the yellow that is real with no doubt
That after all is what life is about
And now kiddo I say “Peace out!”
