“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.” — Albert Einstein


There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.  

Have had a rough couple of days.  Things are looking up finally.  I just had to come to terms with the fact that “I guess in the end, it all comes down to the fine line between who you thought that person was, and the truth.”  (author unknown).  The truth is sometimes hard to swallow, words can be twisted, people will betray you, someone you’ve known for years can turn on you, and things you say can and will be repeated and can come to haunt you even months later.  And then people who you thought were “family” will block and delete you from their social networking site as if  you never existed.  *Deep Sigh* I’ve learned you can only live a life that is true to yourself and to who you are and to whom you aspire to become.  

‎”What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”    

“You can’t base your life on other people’s expectations.”  

If others can’t see your light or only want to take it from you; they aren’t worth your time and energy.  The people you surround yourself with should lift you up.  “A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.”  

“Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend.”

    • Mom
    • August 2nd, 2010

    ‎”When a pianist learns a new piece of music, he or she does not sit down and instantly play it perfectly… It may all seem disconnected. It may not sound like a harmonious, beautiful piece of music – just isolated notes… Then one day, something happens. What we have been working toward, note by note, becomes a song…. That song is a whole life, a complete life, a life in harmony.” —Melody Beattie It isn’t friends who help us sing our songs….it is God. Love, Mom

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