Psalm 91:1 {{{ He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High God ~ shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty }}}
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I've come to know & love soooo many wonderful people here ~ & that, in itself, is reason to celebrate greatly !!!!!
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This is dedicated especially to You ~ Oh, Brave Brigade ~ Thank You for Everything ~ You are my Hero !!!!!!
Take Care ~ God Bless You & the Troops ~ I Love You Forever !!! xox My Dear Brother & Friend XOXOXOX ;-)
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brigade : 08/12/07
vanessa, i have to say that u r the most loving and affectionate person i have ever met in my life!
i have always heard of someone witha golden heart but never met until now! i am truly glad
that u r in my life now and forever! i wished circumstances were different where i wasnt leaving
i would spend time with u! Take care of urself while i am gone and be careful and stay in touch,
remember that i love you and i want all ur dreams to come true and do not settle for nothing except happiness!

WARNING: for all the guys out there who think they want to play her or treat her poorly!
This is one of a very few people that i will take it personally if u mistreat her!
MY EYE IS SHARP AND MY AIM IS ON TARGET ALWAYS! "





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< tears welling up >

Thank You So Much ~ for Your Steadfast Love ~ & for Your Powerful Covering ,

Oh ~ Dear Brave Beloved Brigade ~ My prayers & love ~ are with You ~ Forever


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Another Great Friend & Awesome Brother of mine ....Grannithands ..
Much Love, Respect & Honor for You & Your Lady ~ Big Guy !!!
Missing You Both and looking forward to seeing You someday Soon.
grannithands : 11/06/07
you are a true lady..i cant say that enuff...you are beautiful,kind,respectful and smart.
you are one of the few left.i am honored to be your friend.
guys...this is a true lady..treat her as such
i travel alot being a fighter..i dont think you want me knocking on your door!
love you babygirl


Love You , too xoxoxoxoxoxox My Precious Friend & Brother xoxoxoxoxox Hugs xoxoxoxoxox

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Merlin the Magician ~ Wandering Minstrel ~ Gentle Warrior ~
Prince of Poetry ~ Weaver of Wondrous Words ~ Mr. No Psychos Please
Take care & God Bless You ~ Miss You :-) Please call when you can ;-)
no_psychos_please : 10/27/07
This may become lost among the many accolades of your friends,
but still I would place it here for your viewing at some time.

I have never know a heart so sweet, a love so intense and giving as yours.
I know this passion both drives and troubles you. I wish you peace.
This man loves you very much, will always marvel at the beauty of you
both in the physical and your soul.
Always remember, when you look so hard for your destination,
it is hard to enjoy your journey.

I love you dearly!

Ken



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I was told that a Native American Elder,
who was inviting another to stand with him, together in life, wrote this.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!
It doesn't interest me where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children, for another.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
(Oriah Mountain Dreamer, 1994)


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please join me in prayer for all Our Troops
http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/73647
Topic: Love & thanks ~ to our beloved Soldiers...
Community > General Discussion


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"The Dream"

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.

Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wonderous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the " threshold of a dream."



the moody blues

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May, 2008 ...Happy Springtime Everyone...
I have spring fever big time & have been very busy lately
with all kinds of fun things & playing the endless game of catch up...
Never quite getting done everything i need to ...
but trying hard, & isn't that what it is all about?
Doing the best we can ?That's all anyone can expect...

I've been occasionally providing back up...
helping with some babysitting...
the before, during & afterschool care
of my big & little Grandchildren...

Our Families...Children & Grandchildren...
are our most precious & valuable assets...
above & beyond anything you could own


Someone took a survery & asked some of the wealthiest people in the world what they enjoyed doing ..

Their answers were all the same ...They enjoyed spending time with their Children & Grandchildren...

I consider myself to be one of the most fortunate & one of the wealthiest people on Earth...

I have such an abundance of amazingly awesome Family & some very incredible, loving, loyal Friends


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I'm a down home country lady at heart
with good culture, excellent heritage & upbringing,
some morals & virtues & a whole lot of class...
i don't like to be patronized, or candy coated...

but i definitely enjoy being treated with love & deep respect
& I enjoy being valued & truly appreciated ...

Life is short & we may not have another chance...
so please be real & give it your all ~ for true romance


i'm basically pretty old fashioned yet aware...
i have realized that over the course of my life,
even though i have experienced a lot of things...
and have been exposed to a lot of different lifestyles....

I don't want to just live with someone...
For me, that is just Not nearly enough ...

i choose to really get to know & love my man
and for him to really get to know & love me...
and when we decide that we meant for each other
then i would hope that marriage would be part of the equation
& next on the agenda of important things to do ...

i definitely want a good husband thru & thru ...

i have found in my own personal observations...
that there are quite a few men
& women too, i have been told...
who want all of the sexual benefits
of having a wife or husband ,
without any of the actual caring,
consideration & friendship ,
without the love, commitment,
dedication, loyalty, fidelity
or any of the civilized, common courtesies
that people extend to one another
when involved in a close relationship...
nothing really more than people test driving
all the new and pre-owned vehicles
in the car & truck lot....

that just is very staggering to me,
how humans can behave so coldly to one another...

Many people do not know what true intimacy is,
& it really has very little to do with sex.

Lovemaking to me is an expression of the deep feelings
a man and woman have exclusively for one another
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as a friend of mine Bill..." Poetry Writer" expressed it :

Sex is felt on the outside, Love is felt on the inside.
I want to feel that Love before I feel that Sex.
I want the whole picture
and not just the frame the picture came in"


i desire to involve my life
with all the little and big things ~
that make life, love & romance
so very, very special


& i want to be around others who feel the same way ...
those who realize that life is very fragile, precious & fleeting
not to be wasted on games of lies deception & cheating...

i want to only be around those who respect themselves
and those who try to respect & look for the best in others....



This is what i want to be for You, my Forever Man ;-)

whoever you are & wherever you may be ~


" Here Comes My Girl"

by (Tom Petty and Mike Campbell)

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

You know, sometimes, I don't know why,
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus

But when she puts her arms around me,
I can, somehow, rise above it
Yeah man, when I got that little girl standing right by my side,
You know, I can tell the whole wide world, and shout it,
yeah...
Hey, here comes my girl, here comes my girl,
Yeah, she looks so right, she's all I need tonight...

Every now and then, I get down to the end of a day,
I'll have to stop, ask myself, "Why have i done it?"
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard,
And nothin' ever really seem to come from it...

And then she looks me in the eye, says,
"We're gonna last forever,"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it...
because ,
nothing that feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it
yes, here comes my girl...

watch her walk ... ;-)

Yeah, everytime it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more,
I find myself havin' to reach out and grab hold of somethin'
Yeah, I just catch myself wanderin', waitin', worryin'
About some silly little things that don't add up to nothin'

And then she looks me in the eye, says,
"We're gonna last forever,"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, because this feels so good and so free and so right,
I know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it...

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~Honor~ Respect ~ Love ~ Trust ~ & the delicate, magical energy & element of Time
are essentials in building real friendships ~ the prerequisites for a truly romantic Love
of real substance & priceless worth.... i truly believe this with all of my heart & soul. ~


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I'd like to ask you to please join me in prayer and support of our courageous Soldiers

and enter your support in my thread called Love & thanks ~ to our beloved Soldiers...


just click on: http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/73647...

located in the general section

of the community forums online...here on " just say hi "



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Rifle raised, poised and ready,
Soldier advances slowly walking.
In the open of a littered Muslim street,
Mission duty, yet stay alive.
Remnants of a market stand,
Citizens secluded behind closed doors.
Soldier’s eyes cover every door,
Scanning every window, nook and alley.
Movement to the left, one door opens,
Rifle swings to that direction.
A little boy runs into the street,
Cheerfully jabbers in native tongue.
Up to the Soldier runs the lad,
admiration or harboring bomb?
Innocence can kill a man;
Little boy holds out both hands.
Kneeling down still watching roofs,
Soldier pulls out a candy bar



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Lovely to know the warmth
Your smile can bring to me
I want to tell you but the words you do not know

Sing me a lullaby
Of songs you cannot write
And I will listen for there's
beauty where there's love

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say...

River's of endless Tides
have passed beneath my feet
And all too soon they had me standing on my own

Then when my eyes were closed
You opened them for me
And now we journey thro' our
lives to what will be

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say

Through all that live can give to you
Only true love will see you through
And will stand beside you now in what you say

And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say

Take me into your world
Alone I can not go
For I've been here so long
You're leaving me behind
Walk with me now
Into your land of fairy tales
And open up that book of pages in my mind
And open up that book of pages in my mind



Emily's song

by the Moody Blues






Bluebird, flying high
Tell me what you sing
If you could talk to me
What news would you bring
Of voices in the sky

Nightingale, hovering high
Harmonize the wind
Darkness, your symphony
I can hear you sing
Of voices in the sky

Just what is happening to me
I lie awake with the
sound of the sea
Calling to me

Old man, passing by
Tell me what you sing
Though your voice be faint
I am listening
Voices in the sky

Children with a skipping rope
Tell me what you sing
Play time is nearly gone
The bell's about to ring
Voices in the sky

Just what is happening to me
I lie awake with the
sound of the sea
Calling to me

Bluebird, flying high
Tell me what you sing
If you could talk to me
What news would you bring
Of voices in the sky
Voices in the sky
Voices in the sky
Voices in the sky



Voices in the Sky

by the Moody Blues


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I've lost a lot of good people to death in more recent years ~

it has been tough to deal with ~

& even though i know

that this is something we all have to go through ~

it doesn't make it any easier ...


however truly...

" It is better to have loved and lost

than to never have loved at all..."



" Memory : is the Power to Gather Roses in Winter "



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" How Can I Tell You"

by Mr. Cat Stevens


" How can I tell you that I love you,
I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you,
but my words Just blow away, just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Wherever I am girl,
I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you,
but I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you,
and I'm sad that You can't hear,
sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey,
When I look and you're not there
I need to know you,
need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you,
like a sea around a shore
And - each night and day I pray, in hope
That I might find you, in hope that I might
Find you, because heart's can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey,
still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can't think of right words to say "



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" and think not that you can direct the course of love ~

for Love

if it finds you worthy, directs your course "


by Kahlil Gibran



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" If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft

and from they slender store

two loaves alone to you are left...

sell, one

And with the dole

Buy Hyacinths to Feed Thy Soul "


author unknown


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Greetings in the Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ


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As for me and my house ~ we will serve the Lord



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{{{{{ <<< Please let us all keep a Daily Candlelit Vigil of Prayer for our Troops >>> }}}}}


It is not the critic who counts:
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles
or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again,
because there is no effort without error or shortcoming,
but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,
who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows,
in the end, the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who knew neither victory nor defeat."

Theodore Roosevelt
"Citizenship in a Republic,"
Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910


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"when the power of love
overcomes the love of power,
we will know peace..."

by Mr. Jimi Hendrix


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Sammy Hagar




Where Eagles Fly



Sunday morning 9 a.m.
I saw fire in the sky
I felt my heart pound in my chest
I heard an eagle cry
Now I'm alive I can breathe the air
Feel the wind, smell the earth in the air
I watch an eagle rise above the trees
Project myself into what he sees
Hey-
Take me away
Come on and fly me away
Take me up so high
Where eagles fly
I often dream I sail through the sky
I've always wished I could fly
The simple life of a bird on the wing
Oh Lord, I could sing
Take me away
Come on fly me away
Lift me up so high
Where eagles fly
Oh yeah-
I'm alive, I breathe the air
Wash the earth from my face
I catch a glimpse of another dream
I turn, I look but there's no trace
Take me away
Come on, fly me away
I wanna fly away
Pick me up so high
Where eagles fly
Oh yeah-
Eagles fly, oh, take me away
Eagles fly, oh, take me away
Come on, let's fly away where eagles fly
Come on, fly away where eagles fly





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by the moody blues

land of make believe



We're living in a land of make believe
And trying not to let it show
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and silent night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why

Open all the shutters on your windows
Unlock all the locks upon your doors
Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
No secrets come between us anymore
Oh, say it's true

Only love can see you through
You know our love can't hurt you

We're living in a land of make believe
And trying no to let it show...
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy

We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and lonely night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon

So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why...

Open all the shutters on your windows
Unlock all the locks upon your doors
Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams
No secrets come between us anymore
Oh, say it's true
Only love can see you through
You know our love can't hurt you


the land of make believe ...

by the moody blues


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Follow

Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able
Let your hands tie a knot across the table.
Come and touch the things you cannot feel.

And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you
Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you,
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem.
And don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.

The mocking bird sings each different song
Each song has wings - they won't stay long.
Do those who hear think he's doing wrong?
While the church bell tolls its one-note song
And the school bell is tinkling to the throng.
Come here where your ears cannot hear.

And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell you
Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you
And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell you
If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream

The rising smell of fresh-cut grass
Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas
I hold some grapes up to the sun
And their flavour breaks upon my tongue.
With eager tongues we taste our strife
And fill our lungs with seas of life.
Come taste and smell the waters of our time.

And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you,
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you.
As I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you
If all the things you taste ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .

The sun and moon both arise
And we'll see them soon through days and nights
But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights.
And the colours of your eyes are fiery bright,
While darkness blinds the skies with all its light.
Come see where your eyes cannot see.

And close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you;
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you,
And maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you.
If all the things you see ain't
quite what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .
And you can follow; And you can follow; follow...

by Mr. Richie Havens


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Song: Rocky Mountain High

by : John Denver :-)

He was born in the summer of his 27th year,
coming home to a place he'd never been before.
He left yesterday behind him
you might say he was born again,
might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains
His life was far away
on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken
and he doesn't really care,
it keeps changin' fast, and it don't last for long.
It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye.
Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado....
Rocky Mountain High.

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once
and that he tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream,
seeking grace in every step he takes,
his sight is turned inside himself, to try and
understand, the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain High, ....in Colorado....
Rocky Mountain High.

Now his life is full of wonder,
but his heart still knows some fear,
of the simple things he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down
to bring in a couple more.
More people, more scars upon the land.

It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it raining fire in the sky
I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an Eagle fly
Rocky mountain high
It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
I've seen it raining fire in the sky.
Friend around the camp fire and everybody's high....
Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High,
Rocky Mountain High,
Rocky Mountain High.


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be free

I can see the world's changing,
I can see it re-arranging,
Happening before my very eyes.

Everywhere the cements growing,
In the street the traffic's flowing,
Ruining the air up in the skies,
Is no surprise.

I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend the days making rhyme and be free,
Be free (Be free, be free)

I can hear the cities calling,
Come on down i can feel you falling,
Happening for all of us to see.

See the deepening cement hollow,
Reaching out for those who follow,
hunkering on far too many lies,
Its no surprise.

I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making love,
And be free
(be free, be free)
and be free.

From the winds so far away,
Ive had an inner vision,
Ive seen the universe unfold.

I can hear the school bell ringing,
From the yard the children singing,
Merily life is but a dream.

In the street there go the brothers,
Selling snow and s--- to others,
Aiding those whos songs
have turned to cries,
Is no surprise.

I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making rhyme,
And be free, and be free, and be free (be freee...)

by Kenny Loggins and Jim Messina


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~ i appreciate wisdom ~ fine teachings & writings ~
~ wherever they come from ~ as long ~~ as they come from someone ~
~ who is on the side ~ of the Light & of Goodness ~ :-)

~ i respect everyone for how they think ~ and how they feel ~
~ as long ~ ~ as it doesn't harm or insult or gross out any one else ~ ...

~ I love beautiful literature, poetry & noble quotations ~
~ I appreciate good communication ~
~ on many levels ~
~ speaking as eloquently as possible ~

~ i try really hard to practice what i preach ~
~ i like to be able to verbally express myself well ~
~ as well ~ as in many other colorful ways ~
~ & I also really appreciate someone ~
~ who has a fine command of our language ~
~ & who tries to spell well ~ is always nice ~ :-)

~ i certainly, like everyone else in the world ~
~ am very very far from perfect ~
~ however ~
~ some say i should be a writer &
~ at one time ~
~ i could have been an english teacher ~ :-)
~ perhaps . ~ ;-)

~ however the trail i blazed
~ took me in other directions

~ I am a very articulate ~ intricate ~ multifaceted ~
~ loving & loyal ~ Tradional yet Contempory Lady ~

~ i usually am happy ~ I'm very strong - willed ~
~ passionate ~ philosophical ~ protective ~ romantic ~
~ a wise ~ witty ~ pretty darn wonderful lady ~
~ like Ivory Snow Soap .............99 and 44 / 100 pure !!!!!

~ i like spending time alone to reflect & ride my mountain bike ~
~ & i also always love to spend time with my family & friends ~

~ I'm a Good High Quality Lady
~ a widowed Mother & Grandmother ~ ;-)
~ Very , Very Proud of my three Children, ;-)
~ their Partners ~
~ & my awesome , awesome Grand Children ~ :-)

~ I love lush flower & vegetable gardens ~
~ Fragrant flowering vines & grapes~
~ growing all over arbors & trellises
~ fountains ~ gazebos ~ hot tubs ~
~ formal , casual & wild landscapes ~
~ vast expanses of natural terrain ~

~ I absolutely positively LOVE
~ very very ~ romantic settings ~ ;-)
~ i love real fires warm
~ so fragrant ~ & so fresh ~
~ blazing in fireplaces
~ & in the wood stove

~ rural country living ~ on lots of land , preferably
~ dressmaking ~ candlemaking & jewely making... etc.
~ homemaking ~ cooking ~ breadmaking ~
~ growing alfalfa & other sprouts & wheatgrass
~ I love to make cheerful curtains, tablecloths , etc.
~ & i love to keep the home fires burning ~

~ i also enjoy some travel ~
~ i have good family & friends ~ all over

~ I love the wide open natural spaces ~
~ Glacier National Park & Yellowstone,~
~ Yosemite ~ Lake Tahoe ~ Mount Rainier ~
~ Mount Hood & all other Great Mountains ~
~ State & National Parks & wilderness areas ~
~ that are in their rugged, more natural state ~
~ relatively untouched by man ~ ;-)
~ the gorgeous wildflower covered meadows~
~ & rugged majestic mountain setting of say ~
~ for instance ~

~^*^*^*^~ Mount Shasta ~^*^*^*^~

~ a very spiritual place ~
~ i actually have climbed to a peak on that mountain ~

~ I love the Bible ...especially Psalms and Proverbs ~

~ and ~

~ i just love the book " Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse ~

~ I love the writings of ~ Chief Seattle ~


~ the letter he wrote to our President

called ~ " Where is the Eagle Gone " ~

Chief Seattle was the Native American for whom Seattle, Washington is named.

Here is his most famous speech, truly a masterpiece of art with words.

How Can You Buy or Sell the Sky?

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?
That idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the
sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to
my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore,
every mist in the dark woods, every
clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and
experience of my people. The sap which courses
through the trees carries the memory of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the
country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars.
Our dead never forget this beautiful earth,
for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the
earth and it is
part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our
sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our
brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in
the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man - all
belong to the same
family.

So, when the Great Chief in
Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks
much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will
reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably
to ourselves. He will be our
father and we will be his children.

So we will consider your offer to buy
our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred
to us. This shining water that moves in the
streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our
ancestors.

If we sell you land, you must remember
that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that
it is sacred and that the ghostly
reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells us events and
memories in the life
of my people.

The water's murmur is the voice of my
father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench
our thirst. The rivers carry
our cannoes, feed our children.

If we sell our land, you must learn,
and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers,
and yours, and you must henceforth give the
rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man does not
understand our ways. One portion of the land is the
same to him as the next, for he is a
stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land
whatever he needs. The earth is not his
brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he
moves on.

He leaves his father's grave behind,
and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his
children, and he does not care. His
father's grave and his children's birthright are forgotten.

He treats his mother, the earth, and
his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold
like sheep or bright beads. His appetite
will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different
than yours. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the
red man. But perhaps because the red
man is a savage and does not understand.

There is no quiet place in the
white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling leaves in
spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings.
But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not
understand.

The clatter only seems to insult the
ears. And what is there to life if man cannot hear the lonely
cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of
the frogs around a pond at night? I am red man and do
not understand.

The Indian prefers the soft sound of
the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of
the wind itself, cleaned by a mid-day rain,
or scented by the pinon pine. The air is precious to the
red man, for all things share the same breath
- the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same
breath.

The white man does not seem to notice
the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days is
numb to the stench. But if we sell you our
land, you must remember that the air is precious to us,
that the air shares its
spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather
his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell
you our land, you must keep it apart and
sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste
the wind that is sweetened by
the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy
our land. If we decide to accept, I'll make one condition,
the white man must treat the beasts of this
land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not
understand any
other way.

I have seen a thousand rotting
buffalos on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them
from a passing train. I am a savage and I do
not understand how the smoking iron horse can be
more important than the buffalo
that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts? If
all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great
loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens
to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are
connected.

You must teach the children that
the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your
grandfathers. So that they will respect the
land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives
of our kin. Teach your children what we have
taught our children, that the earth is our mother.

Whatever befalls the earth, befalls
the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit
upon themselves. This we know, the earth does
not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. This
we know.

All things are connected like the
blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons
of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life, he is
merely a strand in it. Whatever he
does to the web, he does to himself.

Even the white man, whose God walks
and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be
exempt from the common destiny. We may be
brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know,
which the white man may discover one
day - our God is the same God.

You may think you know that you own
Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He
is the God of man, and His compassion is
equal for the red man and the white. This earth is
precious to him, and to harm the
earth is to heap contempt on its Creator.

The whites too shall pass, perhaps
sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you
will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by
the strength of the God who brought you to
this land and for some special purpose gave you
dominion over this land
and over the red man.

That destiny is a mystery to us, for
we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered,
the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners
of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and
the view of the ripe hills
blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living
and beginning of survival. --

Chief Sealth (Seattle)



~This is from another book I love ~ ...
~ I also love the writings of Carlos Casteneda
" The teachings of Don Juan "

~ i really like the books by Jack Herer ...
~ <www.jackherer.com>
~ " The Emperor Wears No Clothes " ~




again..... ;-)

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A SUMMER SONG - Chad and Jeremy

G D G
Trees swayin' in the summer breeze
D G
Showin' off their silver leaves
C D G
As we walked by

G D G
Soft kisses on a summer's day
D G
Laughing all our cares away
C D G
Just you and I

G D G
Sweet sleepy warmth of summer nights
D G
Gazing at the distant lights
C D G
In the starry sky

C D G Em
They say that all good things must end some day
Am D Em
Autumn leaves must fall
D G Em
But don't you know that it hurts me so
Am C Bm-C
To say goodbye to you
Em D
Wish you didn't have to go
Em D
No no no no

G
And when the rain
D G
Beats against my window pane
D G
I'll think of summer days again
C D G
And dream of you

They say that all good things must end some day
Autumn leaves must fall
But don't you know that it hurts me so
To say goodbye to you
Wish you didn't have to go
No no no no

And when the rain
Beats against my window pane
I'll think of summer days again
And dream of you
And dream of you



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If He's Ever Near


They say just once in life
You find someone that's right
But the world looks so confused
I can't tell false from true

And love's so hard to find
In this state of mind
Oh i hope I'll know him
I hope I'll know him
If he's ever near

Well it seemed the time had come
I thought you were the one
When I looked into your eyes
It never looked like lies

And love's so hard to see
That when it's in front of me
Oh I hope I'll know it
I hope I'll know it
If it's ever near

Cause love's so hard to see
And when it's in front of me
Oh I hope I'll know it
I hope I'll know it
If it's ever near

Well I know that in my time
I'll have it sweet and fine
But it won't add up to much
Unless I feel his touch

And love's so hard to find
I guess I'll just give up trying
But I hope I'll know him
I hope I'll know him
If he's ever near

by Karla Bonoff




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A New Year's Plea

Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight,
Let me bear what I must without whining;
Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.

Let me be true as the steel of a blade,
Make me bigger than skillful or clever;
Teach me to cling to my best, unafraid,
And harken to false gospels, never.

Let me be brave when the burden is great,
Faithful when wounded by sorrow;
Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait
The better and brighter to-morrow.

Spare me from hatred and envy and shame,
Open my eyes to life's beauty;
Let not the glitter of fortune or fame
Blind me to what is my duty.

Let me be true to myself to the end,
Let me stand to my task without whining;
Let me be right as a woman, as a friend,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.


Edgar Guest

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A New Year's Day Poem
O Thou whose glory fills the heavens,
Whose bounty clothes the earth,
To Thee a poem of thanks we raise
For blessings from our birth.

For that untiring love Thou dost,
From day to day renew,
O may it on our hearts descend
Like heaven-distilled dew.

For mercy great, unending still,
Which gave up to the grave
Thine only Son, the Sinless One,
Our sinful souls to save.

While entering on another year
Our cares on Thee we cast,
Beseeching aid in days to come
Which cheered us through the past.

That still the freedom may be ours
To kneel down in Thy sight,
And worship Thee at shut of day,
And in the morning light.

That from temptation's fatal paths
Thou turn our steps away;
And keep us from unholy thoughts
That lead the mind astray.

No more may lust of worldly wealth
Command thoughts that are thine;
Nor may we envy other's lot,
Or at our own repine.

Than all the riches earth can boast
Or gems beneath the sea,
We know the pious, humble heart,
More precious is to Thee.

How needful, then, to train our thoughts,
And fan the heavenly flame
Of faith, in the believing heart,
Triumphing o'er sin and shame

And holding by the Word, thou hast
For grace and guidance given,
Pass through this world in holy fear,
True candidates for heaven.


Charles Moir




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You fill up my senses

by our 'Sweetie' who has gone on to bigger things

rest in peace ~ dear man ~ Mr. John Denver



"Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again "

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I ask you PLEASE only send personal testimonies, if you feel so inclined

i don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings but the generic ones i tend to decline...

i appreciate all the effort ~ the thoughts ~ the love and consideration truly
but if you want to send me a testimony ~ one that really affects me fully
i really like the ones that are composed & tenderly drawn from your heart
and something you feel the divine & Holy Spirit would inspire you to impart~

thank you ;-)