Give time, time.

I would like to remember today, and everyday, that:
I am not just a brain floating around on earth. I have a body that is a home for my brain. . . Which needs to be cared for, so it lasts many years.


That reminds me of a book I used to read as a child:

A husk is a house for a corn ear.
A pod is a place for a pea.
A nutshell's a hut for a hickory nut.
But what is a shelter for me?

A glove is a house for a hand,
A stocking is a house for a knee.
A shoe or a boot is a house for a foot.
And a house is a house to me!

A box is a house for a teabag.
A teapot's a house for some tea.
If you pour me a cup and I drink it all up,
Then the teahouse will turn into me!

Cartons are houses for crackers.
Castles are houses for kings.
The more that I think about houses,
The more things are houses for things.

Perhaps I have started farfetching...
Perhaps I am stretching things some...
A mirror's a house for reflections...
A throat is a house for a hum...

But once you start thinking,
You think and you think and you think,
How pockets are houses for pennies;
And pens can be houses for ink!

How peaches are houses for peachpits,
And sometimes are houses for worms.
How trashcans are houses for garbage,
And garbage makes a house for germs!

And envelopes, earmuffs and eggshells.
And bathrobes and baskets and bins.
And ragbags and rubbers and roasters.
And tablecloths, toasters and tins...

And once you get started in thinking this way,
It seems that whatever you see.
Is either a house or it lives in a house.
And a house is a house for me!

A book is a house for a story.
A rose is a house for a smell.
My head is a house for a secret,
A secret I never will tell!

A flower's at home in a garden.
A donkey's at home in a stall.
Each creature that's known has a house of its own,
And the earth is a house for us all.

Thankfulness

*I recieved this in an email the other day. And wanted to share it. This is a story I want to remember always. I often get frustrated with all the responsibilities in life and just need to take a step back, and remember to be thankful.
Love and Prayers- Emma Jo


A story:

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.


I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?


I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50,60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.


Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.


I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.


As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

World Peace??

What would the world be like if there was world peace?

World peace, to me, meaning: no wars, no debts, no crimes, people willingly helping people, etc. Would people be free of worry? Anxiety? Could the world continue to "run" in complete peace? I am an optimist. So I believe so. If everyone out there wanted peace, I think it could happen. It has been mentioned; What would people do? Life would be boring if everyone got along. I don't think it has to be that way. . .

Doesn't it feel good to love and be loved- truly? To lend a helping hand? To practice random act of kindness? Wouldn't it be a relief not to feel worried or anxious? To argue and be angry as much as you are? 

I am not sure about this philosophy and everything  that come with it. 

I would sure like to hear your thoughts.

To learn, you must love discipline. . .

Discipline begins with small things done daily.

The secret behind most success stories? Discipline.

Every morning you choose your attitude for the day.

The first step on the path to commitment is making up your mind.

You can plan to succeed or you can plan to fail. The choice is Yours.

Motivation increases when we assume large responsibilities with a short deadline.

Develop a cause for your life. Whatever it is, dedicate yourself to it daily.

Don't be Good at making excuses.

Before diving into anything, step back and view the big picture.

Acquire good habits; abandon bad habits.

Move from involvement to commitment.

*Use your free time productively.

Your dreams won't come true if You allow them to languish.

Your dreams won't come true if you're sleeping.

If you want to achieve excellence, begin with discipline.

Worthwhile activities may be tough in the short-term but rewarding in the long-term.

People will be more impressed by what you finish than by what you start.

Motivation can fade. Habits prevail. . .

Remember, discipline yourself because no one else will. The joy is in the journey!