I know some of my friends here are very good with the writen word and others with numbers so maybe this will be the place to show us what you got.......eveyone welcome.
WAY TO GO ROOM!!!!! Who are Picasso ? That's some wicked art work there. I love it and it's alot more than just playing that is GREAT !! You Rock Girl !!
Each day, beginning in the morning
when I awaken,
I will let my faith bring about
understanding and wisdom.
I will see my stress and other
pressures as being stepping
stones to reaching my goals.
When I reach a breaking
point, I will try to be patient
and stay on course, no matter
what.
Whatever I do,
I will reach my goals by
allowing the power of divine
action to work in my life.
Everyone has something. I like to sew, mainly fixing quilts or making my own. I like houseplants. Out here on the east coast, I don't get to buy a whole lot of little ones.
Maybe it is singing, playing a musical instrument, drawing. Maybe it is some hobby. My husband likes to do crosswords, jigsaw puzzles. His sister sent him a picture of dog that he is putting together now. Later, I will glue it together and frame it to put on my walls.
Room, those are so awesome! What gave you the idea for the fairy/pixie boy? (I'm just guessing that's what he is...) and what is that tablet he's holding? Does he just appear in winter?
I have known love, and love has won. I've burned my fingers on the sun.
And I have kissed the face of dreams, I've waded in it's golden streams.
And I have ridden on the glow that warms the sky with a rainbow.
I have danced between the stars to music sung by sweet guitars.
I never heard the warning voice, I never knew I had a choice.
And I surrendered much too soon, I've been imprisoned in the moon,
I have known love and love has won. I've burned my fingers on the sun.
Maybe, love is like rain
For years rain may not come.
No matter, how much
we may want it or need it.
When it does rain,
new growth starts.
Flowers grow on the
highest mountain or the
lowest spot on earth.
Rain may come
down from heaven to cause
things to grow and flourish.
Sometimes, obstacles
get in the way.
Love is withheld because
someone got hurt.
Where there should be
pretty flowers there is nothing
but weeds of unkindness and
weeds that have been caused
by someone carrying a grudge.
That's pretty, pepper... because love is what nourishes our hearts, like the rain does the earth. And a grudge can strangle you, just like a weed steals the nourishment from a flower.
10 of Diamonds
Posted on Tue Dec 29 02:10:25 PST 2009