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๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the other side of the world ๐ŸŒŽ

๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the other side of the world ๐ŸŒŽ Hate no one, no matter how they wronged you, live humbly, no matter how wealthy you become, be uplifting, give much even if you have given little. Forgive all, even especially yourself, never stop praying for the best for everyone. Just do the best you can ๐Ÿ˜


I read this in Social Media ~ THOUGHT of the Day ๐Ÿค— Interesting stuff that isn’t Facebook sharing intangible information about being Grown-up ๐Ÿค— Editor’s reply to poor Reggie ๐Ÿ˜

So sorry Reggie this post broke my heart. I wish to make this statement to all those Grown-up folk. A thought for the DAY. NOT MANY FOLK HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING GROWN-UP. Many humans did not get a chance to be Grown-up, died too early. sweetie love is available to Grown-up folk for Eternity. Being a grown-up doesn’t mean you are a feather duster. Some of the greatest gift we have is to be in love. This World today has the most beautiful GROWN-lovers on earth. Life does not end at middle age that my dear is a state of mind. The travesty is folk believe these words in this post and become those words. My Mum always said I would find one day a GROWN-UP intelligent sexy man, I wiser woman she was always right. Mum married that man. Yes he was grown-up, and I was the result of perfect love. I followed suit to be blessed with a grown-up intelligent man. For all Grownups your life to is a reality. Thank you, Reggie for opening up a debate of life’s longing to be hugged and cherished only found in the life of Grown-up life. Make this thought for the DAY inject loving pleasures my Dear ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Letter to my Husband๐ŸŒผ

Every thing I do is for you

Look into my eyes

You will know what you mean to me

Look into your heart

You will find there is nothing there

To hide

Take me as I am

Take my life and use it

Like you can

I have sacrificed all I am

My HUSBAND is beautiful inside and out he loves me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is when he’s missing me

The international community standards again of Prussian ๐Ÿ˜

That year, in a Prussian lab, the physician and physicist Hermann von Helmholtz measured the speed of nerve conduction at eighty feet per second. How unfathomable that sentiments this intense and emotions this explosive, launched from a mind that seems to move at light-years per second, can be reduced to mere electrical impulses. And yet that is what we are โ€” biomechanical creatures, all of our creative force, all of our mathematical figurings, all the wildness of our loves pulsating at eighty feet per second along neural infrastructure that evolved over millennia. Even the fathoming faculty that struggles to fathom this is a series of such electrical impulses.


Just Joking


Catch your

Attention ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…

Editor comments โš ๏ธ just thought I’d slip this one in ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…


“EVALUATION!” a poem 5 March 2019 [Tuesday]

CRAZY?! NOT CRAZY!? Silly! points of view,
From US – people – who are BORN-INTO-THE-WORLD! Born – in -to,
This life, with nothing, really, nothing else except to-do,
Tell-us What is GOOD – BAD and what-is-crazy-or-not!

Like: how to eat

And think


And We’re also taught about money – and how important it be,
And SEX! as something sacred?! and, as-youngsters, we-go: “Tee-hee,”
And Hide our private parts! except! around-the-corner-of-the-school-which,

We’re-TOLD! is teaching some good stuff, even-though-the-smiling-teacher-is-a:
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Or-if we question that detailed information in the textbook,
Which DEFINES “the proper ways” to: kiss &-hug &-f – – k,

And, when we’re on our deathbeds, it’s THEN we might question why,


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“And WHAT IS CRAZY? We don’t know! Anything! There is nothing to compare this situation to! However, IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BADLY! You are NOT alone!” The Mystic Poet.

“MUSIC (def.) Sounds you like!” “CRAZY (def.) Stuff that makes you uncomfortable! and! It ALL makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable! So, THERE!” The Mystic Poet

– MYSELF!!!?*

* – Why not re-introduce yourself TO YOURSELF!?

โ€œWithout stories there is no way to engage with the world because there is no world.โ€ – David Loy

โ€œWithout stories there is no way to engage with the world because there is no world.โ€ – David Loy

Remind me once again just who I am, because I need to know… You say I am loved when I canโ€™t feel a thing You say I am strong when I think I am weak You say I am held when I am falling short When I donโ€™t belong, oh You say that I am Yours And I believe , oh I believe… What You say of me I believe โ™ก Elisa Solo Elisa my Raksha

Elisa ๐Ÿ’™

STORY OF yesterday ๐Ÿ˜

Happy memories of quieter timesโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ..

1981 & 2005 – Two Interesting Years

Interesting Year 1981
1. Prince Charles got married.
2. Liverpool crowned soccer Champions of Europe .
3. Australia lost the Ashes.
4. The Pope died.

Interesting Year 2005
1. Prince Charles got married.
2. Liverpool crowned soccer Champions of Europe .
3. Australia lost the Ashes.
4. The Pope died.

Lesson to be learned:
The next time Charles gets married, someone should warn the Pope.

I remember it all!!!!!


All the girls had ugly gym slips

It took five minutes for the TV to warm up

Nearly everyone’s Mum was home when the kids got home from school

Nobody owned a purebred dog

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny

Your Mother wore nylons that came in two pieces

All male teachers wore ties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels

You got your windscreen cleaned, oil checked and petrol served, without asking, all for free, every time..

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents

They threatened to keep children back a year if they failed the school year . . And they did!

When a Ford Zephyr was everyone’s dream car…
And people went steady

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked

Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles?

Playing cricket with no adults to help the children with the rules of the game

Bottles came from the corner shop without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger

And with all our progress, don’t you wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savour the slower pace, and share it with the children of today?

When being sent to the headmasters office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you at home

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
As well as summers filled with bike rides, cricket, Hula Hoops, skating and visits to the pool, eating lemonade powder or liquorice sticks.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yes, I remember that’?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dare to pass it on. To remember what a Double Dare is, read on, and remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

Send this on to someone who can still remember the Lone Ranger and Sgt Bilko

How Many Of These Do You Remember?

Coca Cola in bottles.

Blackjacks and bubble gums.

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with tinfoil tops

Hi-If’s & 45 RPM records.

78 RPM records!

Adding Machines.


Do You Remember a Time When..
Decisions were made by going ‘Eeny-meeny-miney-moe’?

‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

Catching tadpoles could happily occupy an entire day?

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best Friends’?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was ‘chickenpox’?

Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a slingshot ?

War was a card game?

Cigarette cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant orange – flavoured chewable aspirin?

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!!!!!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their ‘Grown-Up’ Life.
Double Dare You!

Thought for the day ๐Ÿ˜


Iโ€™ve seen this before, but itโ€™s worth another read. Enjoy.

Too beautiful not to pass on

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story.
I loved this read.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.
I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.
I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.
Her name was โ€œInformation Pleaseโ€ and there was nothing she did not know.
Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer,
the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing.
Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. โ€œInformation, please,โ€
I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?โ€ the voice asked
“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.
I said I could.
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice..
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything.
I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was.
She helped me with my math.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story.
She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,
“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families,
only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,
“Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”
“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.
“How do I spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston.
I missed my friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of
trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.
I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.
I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.
Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft-spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again
when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle.
A different voice answered, “Information.”
I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said.
“Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick.
She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up, she said,
“Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?” “
“Yes.” I answered.
Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.
The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did…. Lifting you on eagle’s wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey.


“ONE DAY, MARY WAS EYEING AN ATTRACTIVE FELLOW!” a poem a.k.a.: “Ecology Friendly Earth Worms!?!” February 20, 2019 (Wednesday)

“I’m-so attracted to-you! and-I don’t-know why!”
She said, as-she-looked-at-me! “You’re-a-darned-HANDSOME-guy!
I-think you-might-be: THE-APPLE O’-MY-EYE?”
“Not-me! No-way! Oh, no!” said I;
But-I-DO-KNOW, I-think, what-the-attraction’s-about!
It’s-from-The-Garden-of-Eden!!” “I-HAD NO-DOUBT!”
She-said, as she sighed, both hard and long!
“YOU’RE-THE-DEVIL, aren’t-you!!” “NO-I’m-not that strong;
Or clever – devious – or-even wise?
But I AM (sorta) MAGNETIC, and I’m IN DISGUISE!”
“So! What are you? Tell me, you dirty ol’ dog!
You worm; you germ! You big-‘ol log,
STUCK IN MY EYE! Tell-me! What-the-heck- are-Ye?”
So, I-answered-my-lover, matter-o’-fact’ fu -u-lly:
“Well, I’m-NOT The-Devil – and-I’m-NOT that fruit;
I’M-THE-WORM-IN-THE-APPLE!” and-she-gave-me-“the-boot,”
And-said: “I-want-someone – WITH-VALUE AND WORTH,
Not-a-worm, the-lowliest thing on Earth!
So, I slithered away, but I’ll-promise-today,
For ALL-THINGS ‘RE-IN-BALANCE, and-in-God’s-scheme-of-things,
Worms can be magnetic,* and-rule as Kings!** ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yipes!
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YOU WORM! I’d love you, even-if-you-were-President Trump! – – –
There’s something about you! perhaps-’cause-we-live-in-a-dump,
One we call Earth, a fine, refuse pile,
That-the-fact-you-digest-organic-matter, just makes me smile!
For I know that you’ll feed me, all of my days,
And I’m sure that you love me, for my body, it says:
“This one’s a worm, whose name might be The Don;
But he is a worm, Honey, YOU-CAN-REALLY-COUNT-ON!
Said Jesus, The Lord, with his back ‘gainst The Wall!”

* – Worms consume iron rich soil and are, therefore, prone to be magnetically active, attractive to many things, setting up amazing magnetic fields, which help to maintain the balance of nature, gravity and the movement of this planet upon which we seem to dwell. AND! Some people eat them raw, and some wives even refer to their husbands as such; I think it’s a complement! Jesus’ wife often called him that too! Amen.
** – and/or Presidents! ๐Ÿ™‚ – You’re so silly! [Yeah!]


I find myself at the beginning of another day.
I do not know what it will bring.
Please help me to be ready for whatever it may be.

If I am to stand up, help me to stand bravely.
If I am to sit still, help me to sit quietly.
If I am to lie low, help me to do it patiently.
If I am to do nothing, let me do it gallantly.

I pray just for today, for these twenty-four hours,
for the ability to cooperate with others according to the way Jesus taught us to live.
โ€œYour kingdom come, you will be done on earth as it is in heaven.โ€
May these words that he taught us become more than words.

Please free my thinking and feelings and the thinking and feelings of others,
from all forms of self-will, self-centeredness, dishonesty, and deception.
Along with my brothers and sisters,
I need this freedom to make my choices today according to your desires.
Send your Spirit to inspire me in time of doubt and indecision so that, together, we can walk along your path




I have spaces like this in the forest where I live The Peace is Beyond Measure and wildlife thrives… A.W Ontario