How to measure TRUST

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Monday

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How to be happy:

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Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy;
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you,
One girl you're ev'rything to.

Fame if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her, build your world around her.

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy,
And you will be happy, too.

Goodnight Mrs.Calabash

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Seventy Two Days

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only one pair of flip flops

only one pair of cut off jeans

only two t-shirts

  

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super woman

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To all of us jugglers....and dedicated back to Gwen

who posted this in the first place...thank you!

A little 'confirmation' from Alicia Keys never hurt anyone!

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missing - it's ok every now and then...

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Perspective

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Seventy Nine Days

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A "Calling"...

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I know...if you wanted to read a fashion mag, 

you'd buy one. 

But I keep stumbling upon all these model shots 

with horses....

class act.....

I think what all this is telling me is

to get a bag of apples and get my butt out to the barn...

I believe I hear Six Pack Summer calling me.

"Show me a horse 

and I'll show you awestruck goosebumps" 

                 ~ c. adams flinchum

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Poppy Tears

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Even flowers cry sometimes
What do they have to cry about?
They are so pretty
But they won’t stay pretty for long
And it isn’t about being pretty
It is about loosing life
Where did they loose it?
I laughed softly
Resting my hand on her shoulder
I don’t know
Maybe they left it under their bed
And forgot it was there
I did that once
She said with a sad sigh
I know I said smiling
Maybe they lost it
In the playground
Hidden under a sandy Everest
I think I get it
The flowers have lost their petals
And that is why they are sad
Exactly and they cry for each others loss
Then why doesn’t it make me sad?
Different things make different people sad
I say with a frown
Watching the poppy’s tears
Roll down its face
You will understand when you are older
But I want to understand now!
I know, I say with a smile
I know as I guide her away
To happier things
To flowers with open faces
Smiling at the sun
But she will never forget
The crying flower
Knowing that every flower she sees
Will cry someday
For what it lost in the sandbox
Or under the bed
We all loose something in the end

Via The Pedestrian Poet 1.19.2011

Tuesday Tidbit

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Sylvia took a short trip today

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When I accidentally run across a photograph this beautiful, I gasp, I look closer, I copy it and usually save it to a folder....OR...if it's strong enough, such as this gem...I enlarge it, drool all over the keyboard and then I can start the story in my head about how Sylvia's travels brought her here....

"It began one sunny morning in a small town in southeastern Michigan.  Sylvia had been up before daybreak, for today was going to be like none other..."

Whoops - back to reality - the dryer just buzzed - time to go switch the laundry

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Eighty Six Days

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Just Saying...

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The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a man's foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher.
                                                               -Thomas Henry Huxley

via kindovermatter

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Filling our holes...

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Words Judy told us

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In Love with Michigan in Winter

And you love it more

if you move away and come back;

I oughta know!

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“I said the words “I still love you”.

But what that really means is,

I love who we were together.

Past tense.

You hurt me.

You moved on.

I won’t forget you.

I won’t forget the awful things you said

And how bad I felt for too long.

I won’t forget what poor character looks like.

You taught me well.

Lesson learned.

Next.”

                                            -Anon

"True words are not always pretty;
pretty words are not always true.
                                                        - Sylvia Gallagher

“Without knowing, I did something I told myself I would never do again. I fell for someone, became vulnerable, became attached… I gave my heart to you.”

                                                          — Louise Sybing

 

 sometimes hearts just break.

         

Smitten

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Vintage - and believeable!

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click to enlarge

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Yeah...Well....Ghandi said...

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