Tag Archives: KINDNESS

Letter to my Husband ~

What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again.

I love you for trusting me with your heart and trusting me with your pride

I love you for needing me by your side

I love you for bring out those emotions I never knew I had inside my heart

I love you for the way you treat me when I’m sad

But most of all I love you ’cause you’re mine

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The Halloween Princess

“THE HALLOWEEN*** PRINCESS!” a poem July 19 2019

ADORA*-was-born with-the-name-of-a-princess, so you-know she-wears a crown,

And-she’s-ADORned-with-a sequin-diamond-dress, silver-‘n’-gold-all-around!

Her “regal” smile so betrays – The-“Blue-Blood”-which-through-her-veins-doth-flow,

So, to-our-princess, the men folk clammer – for to-her they-wish to-go,

To-be-close and-to-gently-feel – Her-royal-warm -ma- jest – y!

I-love-her-and-love – to-say her-name – when-we-have -a-fine-“High-Tea,”**

Where-she-is-presented in her beauty! for everyone to see!

Her-eyes-have-mascara, my-lovely-Adora,

During-Hallowed’s***-festi-vi-ty!

fin <3

  • – “Adora” is from The Greek, meaning, gift, treasure, adored, beloved . . .

** – High (or Afternoon) Tea, observed in some genteel cultures, preciously highlighted in this blog, is also known as ‘low tea,’ and is what most people think of when they hear the term “HIGH TEA.” It involves manners, lace, and dainty foods. It is typically served in the mid-afternoon, traditionally served on low tables, hence its two names. An afternoon tea menu is light and focuses on scones, finger sandwiches. Marmalade, lemon curds, and herbed butter may also be included. Favorite teas include Earl Grey and Assam as well as chamomile and mint. Historically, a high tea was a working class meal, served on HIGH tables, after 5:00 P. M. Historically, afternoon tea was considered to be a ladies’ social occasion, and it is more often enjoyed by women than men to this day. The Seventh Duchess of Bedford Anna Maria Russell is thought to have started this tradition, so all the ladies could have a mid-afternoon snack and “chat” a bit!

*** – All Hallows’ Eve = Halloween, The Eve of All Hallows’ or All Saints’ Day!

Pictures: of The Seventh Duchess of Bedford – and – showing her “sitting room,” often called: The Blue Room! very elegante! ๐Ÿ™‚ – “Anna,” [or Hannah] is from The Hebrew, meaning: favor, grace, purity, beauty . . .

  • My perfectly perfect Gal down under ~
    "BUNDLE OF JOY!" a poem, a.k.a.: "Perfect Preference!" July 21, 2019 (Sunday) A-man-I-know-begs – for long, straight-legs and Isaac's got "hips" on his mind, And some men want milk, from pendulous breasts, whereas some-simply-love: the-behind! There are all sorts of girls – and guys in The World, and preferences range high & low, But-each guy-&-gal … Read More
  • Ruhi Dagnanasar ~ Ganged Rapped ~ Australian News
    Ruhi Dagdanasar, 50 was sentenced to at least 16 years behind bars for kidnapping, drugging and gang raping an 18 year old girl. We at FACAA get a lot of stories of remorseless rapists but this guy and his mates are right up there with the worst ! To say they showed little remorse for … Read More
  • Oh my goodness me Roachy ~ Ran away ๐Ÿคช
    "THIS ONE'S FOR ED, WHO WAS BANISHED FROM THE REGION!" a poem Sunday: 21 July 2019 The council met LATE; dear old Ed missed the date! "We're concerned! Where is he, Mr. Roach?" "I don't know-and-I'm-concerned! Perhaps Ed just got burned, by The Poet, who's sometimes "a coach," &-will ex-cor-i-se – some of us, no … Read More
  • Baby Shower my Dreams ~
    "THE LAST CHEESE STICK YOU'LL EVER NEED!" a poem 21 July 2019 [SUN.] I'm SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, I gave you my LAST cheese stick! I-figured – it might be a substitute – for-my firm, throbbing LIPs! I gave you a reduced-fat mozzarella stick, so-as not-to-affect-your-hips, Which are curvy and delicious, and I really … Read More
  • Letter to my Husband ~
    What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again. https://youtu.be/TPqZs7Vl_xg I love you for trusting me with your heart and trusting me with your pride I love you for needing me by your side I love you for bring out … Read More

Alan Watts ~

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.

                    -Alan Watts
  • My perfectly perfect Gal down under ~
    "BUNDLE OF JOY!" a poem, a.k.a.: "Perfect Preference!" July 21, 2019 (Sunday) A-man-I-know-begs – for long, straight-legs and Isaac's got "hips" on his mind, And some men want milk, from pendulous breasts, whereas some-simply-love: the-behind! There are all sorts of girls – and guys in The World, and preferences range high & low, But-each guy-&-gal … Read More
  • Ruhi Dagnanasar ~ Ganged Rapped ~ Australian News
    Ruhi Dagdanasar, 50 was sentenced to at least 16 years behind bars for kidnapping, drugging and gang raping an 18 year old girl. We at FACAA get a lot of stories of remorseless rapists but this guy and his mates are right up there with the worst ! To say they showed little remorse for … Read More
  • Oh my goodness me Roachy ~ Ran away ๐Ÿคช
    "THIS ONE'S FOR ED, WHO WAS BANISHED FROM THE REGION!" a poem Sunday: 21 July 2019 The council met LATE; dear old Ed missed the date! "We're concerned! Where is he, Mr. Roach?" "I don't know-and-I'm-concerned! Perhaps Ed just got burned, by The Poet, who's sometimes "a coach," &-will ex-cor-i-se – some of us, no … Read More
  • Baby Shower my Dreams ~
    "THE LAST CHEESE STICK YOU'LL EVER NEED!" a poem 21 July 2019 [SUN.] I'm SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, I gave you my LAST cheese stick! I-figured – it might be a substitute – for-my firm, throbbing LIPs! I gave you a reduced-fat mozzarella stick, so-as not-to-affect-your-hips, Which are curvy and delicious, and I really … Read More
  • Letter to my Husband ~
    What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again. https://youtu.be/TPqZs7Vl_xg I love you for trusting me with your heart and trusting me with your pride I love you for needing me by your side I love you for bring out … Read More

MISSING PLEASE HELP FIND HIM A mothers plea ~

Still missing…Today is my son’s 33rd birthday. It’s been close to 10 yrs since I’ve seen him. Although he was last heard of in 2012/2013 by friends. He called an army buddy in Nebraska asking if he could stay with him for a bit before he went to Thailand. He also told his stepsister he was going to Thailand. He never made it to Nebraska and no one has seen him since. Max served two tours of Iraq as infantry. He had his 21st birthday in Iraq while on his first tour. Too young to see the things he saw. I don’t think anyone returns from active duty the same. Max was no exception. I can’t start to explain the daily pain of having a child missing. I dread people asking where my kids live and most days are too painful to even say his name out loud. There is no Christmas, no mother’s day and no birthday that is complete while he is missing, there is also no closure. I have amazing people who have been helping to find him. Strangers to me who have become my only hope and have shared in the pain of Max’s absence. I ask again that this picture be shared on FB in the hope that someone out there has seen him. Max is 6′, slender build and has tattoos on his forearm, but most likely has added more. He has a prominent cowlick at the front of his hair and also a small mole/mark on his left cheek. If anyone has any news of Max Devlin please contact me. 509-654-0070. Max, if you should see this message know that I will never stop looking for you. I miss your sweet smile and your humor. Let me know you’re safe. I love you so so much that will never change. Please come home Max.
**There is a Max Devlin on FB that many people has thought could be my son. Unfortunately it is not my son, but Max has helped pass along any information that comes his way with regards to my son. Thank you to everyone who searched for him on FB and notified me.****
**Update 6/2/18…if you have any information please private message me. I’m trying to go through over 6k responses. I’m overwhelmed by your amazing response and compassion. I’ve been asked about a missing persons report. There is no missing persons report, the police department will not do one. Max is deemed as having disappeared by his own means. This means he does not qualify to be listed as a missing person. Even though he was thought to be traveling to Nebraska and never showed. Because there is a history of him wanting to disappear a report can not be filed. Without a report he can not be listed on military missing boards or sites that advocate for missing persons. Podcast, TV or any other forms of help will not listen him either. As of today there are no new leads. I can not thank you all enough for the kindness you have shown. I will answer you all in time. God bless you all for helping find him.
Thank you Omaha that lead has been covered. No results yet.
**6/3/18
I’m unable to read any info listed under the post as there are over 10k and I’m still going through all the private messages. It would help greatly if the private messages could be limited so I do not miss a crucial message.
Please limit the following:
**Anything you find on Google has been check by two PI’s.
***Phone number address found on people search etc have also be checked.
**** Anyone with the name Max Devlin on FB has already been checked.
**** Psychics telling me he dead, not ready to go in that direction yet.
**** Vanish the podcast will not take his story see notes above.
****Spotting him walking through a store several weeks before this was posted and his face was unknown to you. It is most likely not him unfortunately.
***** Telling me he was captured by terrorist and held in Afghanistan
*****Asking for his social security number to help search.
******Asking for his cell number so you can call him
*******Telling me he is in a location that doesn’t exist. These searches take time away from finding him.

For all the mothers who have reached out to me who have lost a child or their child is miss please continue to reach out. Your words are powerful and I am here for you, always.
If there is anyone who has seen Max within the last yr or was in is unit please call my cell or text me. All information will be kept private.
Thank you the thousands of people who have reached out to me. I will get through all of your messages. To all of you who have made the 129,000 shares possible I am in your debt. God bless you all.

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Watch “I’m Nobody! Who Are You? By Emily Dickinson – Poetry Reading” on YouTube. ๐ŸŒผ

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I want to be pretty in my own eyes, not in anyone else’s eyes just my own. I don’t care if I’m hideous, repulsive or ugly to your eyes I will love me if nobody else does. I can’t fall in love with anyone else unless I can love myself unconditionally.

Being โ€nobody is ok by me โ€ @dazzled65 ยฉ๏ธ

  • My perfectly perfect Gal down under ~
    "BUNDLE OF JOY!" a poem, a.k.a.: "Perfect Preference!" July 21, 2019 (Sunday) A-man-I-know-begs – for long, straight-legs and Isaac's got "hips" on his mind, And some men want milk, from pendulous breasts, whereas some-simply-love: the-behind! There are all sorts of girls – and guys in The World, and preferences range high & low, But-each guy-&-gal … Read More
  • Ruhi Dagnanasar ~ Ganged Rapped ~ Australian News
    Ruhi Dagdanasar, 50 was sentenced to at least 16 years behind bars for kidnapping, drugging and gang raping an 18 year old girl. We at FACAA get a lot of stories of remorseless rapists but this guy and his mates are right up there with the worst ! To say they showed little remorse for … Read More
  • Oh my goodness me Roachy ~ Ran away ๐Ÿคช
    "THIS ONE'S FOR ED, WHO WAS BANISHED FROM THE REGION!" a poem Sunday: 21 July 2019 The council met LATE; dear old Ed missed the date! "We're concerned! Where is he, Mr. Roach?" "I don't know-and-I'm-concerned! Perhaps Ed just got burned, by The Poet, who's sometimes "a coach," &-will ex-cor-i-se – some of us, no … Read More
  • Baby Shower my Dreams ~
    "THE LAST CHEESE STICK YOU'LL EVER NEED!" a poem 21 July 2019 [SUN.] I'm SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, I gave you my LAST cheese stick! I-figured – it might be a substitute – for-my firm, throbbing LIPs! I gave you a reduced-fat mozzarella stick, so-as not-to-affect-your-hips, Which are curvy and delicious, and I really … Read More
  • Letter to my Husband ~
    What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again. https://youtu.be/TPqZs7Vl_xg I love you for trusting me with your heart and trusting me with your pride I love you for needing me by your side I love you for bring out … Read More

KINDNESS ~ Humanity

BE GOOD TO YOUR ENEMIES

Long ago, there lived a little boy named Sammy. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Sammy loved him very much. But that aroused jealousy in many other boys who longed to be as loved as Sammy.

Now there was another boy named Timmy who studied in the same class as Sammy. Unlike Sammy, he was not good at studies and always liked to play during school hours. He misbehaved with his parents, bullied his classmates and even ill-treated Sammy. He always tried to put Sammy down and belittled him before other kids in the class. But no matter what he did, Sammy’s grades kept getting better and better. Whether in studies or in sports or from his classmates, Sammy kept getting accolades from everywhere.

On his eighth birthday, Sammy got a nice pen as a gift from his parents. He brought it to school so that he could use it to take down the notes of the lectures that the teachers gave in class. This was a very beautiful pen and it could help one write very fast. When Timmy saw it, he was very jealous of Sammy. He asked Sammy,

“Hey, where did you get that? Did you buy it?”

“My parents gave it as a birthday gift to me.” replied Sammy.

Timmy was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. The bad boy that he was, he rarely got any present from his parents. He decided to steal Sammy’s pen. During recess, when everyone had gone out from the class, Timmy opened Sammy’s bag and took out his pen. Then he hid it inside his bag and went out to have his tiffin.

When Sammy came back and could not find his pen, he informed his class teacher about it. There was a hunt for the missing pen and the class teacher ordered the class monitor to search the bag of every children inside the class. The missing pen was soon found out of Timmy’s bag and the furious teacher asked the errant boy,

“Now Timmy, what do you have to say about it?”

Timmy was in tears. He had nothing to say.

When Sammy saw Timmy cry, he took pity on the boy. The kind boy that he was, he had no ill-feeling against his classmate. He requested his class teacher not to take any action against Timmy, now that his stolen pen was found.

This opened Timmy’s eyes. He could now see what a good boy Sammy was. He asked for forgiveness from his teacher and Sammy. From that day, he became friends with Sammy and gradually changed himself to be as good as Sammy. Everyone began to love Timmy and Sammy was proud of his new friend.

Despite being hurt by Timmy, Sammy gave him back only love in return. This is how we should also treat our enemies. Who knows? One day, our behaviour may just change themselves for the better.

Moral: Do not harm someone even if he harms you. Be good to all.

*****

Once upon a time, there lived a farmer who had a little land. His name was Tuan and he was a very kind and good-natured person. He lived in a hut on his land with his wife and children and earned by selling whatever crops he could produce on his small land.

Tuan loved to help others. Whenever someone fell ill or needed something badly, Tuan was there to help that person. If someone died in the village, Tuan assisted the family members of the deceased person in whichever way he could. If anyone fell ill at night, Tuan was right beside the village doctor to help him prepare the medicines and tend to the sick. There seemed to be none who hated this man. He appeared to be loved by one and all.

But there was one person who hated Tuan with all his heart. He was Juan, a neighbour of Tuan, who lived in the land next to him. A lazy person by nature, Juan hardly put in as much effort to cultivate his land as Tuan did to produce crops in his own. So when the harvest season arrived every year, Juan found that he had very few crops to sell. Tuan on the other hand, earned a handsome profit through the selling of his produces.

One year, Juan could no longer contain his jealousy. Just days before Tuan was to reap his harvest, Juan set fire to his crops at night. Tuan was asleep at this time and it was only the alertness of one of his other neighbours that saved much of his crops from being perished in the deadly flames of the fire that Juan had lighted.

When the flames were doused, Tuan saw which direction the fire had started from. Juan’s animosity towards him was unknown to Tuan. But he let the matters rest and decided to take action only if he saw Juan repeating his dastardly act once again.

That year, Tuan managed to sell the rest of his crops at a good price but he could not make much profit for a good part of his produces had been burnt. He had a heavy heart but he did not like to tell anyone about it.

Only days later, Tuan was awakened by the sound of lamentations. He went out to find a crowd beside Juan’s hut. He rushed to find that Juan’s son had fallen ill. He found that the village doctor was unable to provide a cure to his illness. Tuan knew what he had to do. He untied his own horse and rode it. Then he rushed to the town that was ten miles away and fetched a more experienced doctor who lived there.

This doctor was able to guess the disease correctly and provided an exact cure for it. Within hours, the boy was found to sleep soundly and Tuan went with the doctor to take him back to the town.

A day later, Juan went to Tuan’s hut and began to weep bitterly. He confessed to his sins but was surprised when Tuan told him that he knew about it all.

“You knew that I had set fire to your crops? And still you fetched the doctor for my son?” asked the astonished Juan.

Tuan nodded and said, “I did what I knew was right. Could I do wrong just because you had done so?”

Juan stood up and embraced Tuan. Both men were in tears and so were the others who stood by them.

From that day, Juan changed himself. Within a year, he could produce much crops in his land through his hard work. When the others asked him how he had changed so much, he only replied,

“It was the goodness and love of Tuan that transformed me.”

Moral: Be nice to your friends. Be nicer to your enemies.

*****

Many many years ago, there lived a dog named Tom. Tom was adopted as a pet in a wealthy household and he was daily showered with nice foods and affections by her mistress Mrs Havisham. All day, Tom lived in a kennel within the compound of the house and he tried his best to guard the home of his mistress. Whenever a thief or a burgler came within the vicinity, Tom would bark as loudly as he could to scare the living daylights out of the culprit. He was the favourite of his mistress. When night fell, he slept on a nice blanket inside his kennel and when day broke he had his food served before him in no time.

But the neighbourhood dogs were not so lucky and they were jealous of Tom’s fortune. Now and then, they would bark from outside the gates of Tom’s house and utter curses at him. All this disturbed Tom a little, but he would only say,

“Poor fellows, they have to struggle so much for their food while I am so lucky. I must not shout at them and add to their misery.”

So he kept quiet and went about his business, turning a deaf ear to their insults.

One day, as he was taking a walk with his mistress, Tom found that some young boys were throwing stones at those same dogs who insulted him. The dogs were cornered and they had nowhere to go. They could in no way avoid being hit by the stones thrown at them. Many of them were bleeding and barking feebly in protest. But the boys were not in a mood to let go of them so lightly. They picked up bigger stones and rocks to have more fun at the expense of the weak, helpless dogs.

Tom could not hold himself back. He was of a strong build and had a very deep voice. He knew that he could scare the boys. He managed to wrench his leash free out of his mistress’ hands and he ran towards the boys.

The boys were startled at the terrible barking that Tom directed at them. Their blood froze at the sight of the huge Tom baring his fangs and running towards them. They dropped their rocks and ran away as fast as their legs could carry them.

“Go home” Tom said to his bloodied abusers “no one will disturb you anymore.”

He ran back to his mistress who had seen all that Tom did. She patted Tom and praised him for his courage.

That night, Tom’s mistress saw a strange sight. The dogs whom Tom had saved in the morning had gathered near the gates of her house. It seemed to her as if they were telling something to her pet.

“Maybe they are thanking Tom for his brave gesture.” she thought.

And right she was! From that day, Tom and his abusers had become friends. Tom’s kindness had won over his abusers’ hatred and he had earned their love, respect and admiration that nothing on earth could buy.

Moral: Be good to all, even if they happen to be your enemies.

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  • KINDNESS ~ Humanity
    BE GOOD TO YOUR ENEMIES Long ago, there lived a little boy named Sammy. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Sammy loved him very much. But … Read More
  • WHEN WILL THEY (ALL OF US) EVER LEARNโ€ฆ.???
    WHEN WILL THEY (ALL OF US) EVER LEARNโ€ฆ.??? Where have all the flowers gone Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone Young girls picked them, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone … Read More
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  • Slipping away ~ sad thoughts
    Slipping away from life What is it about life, one moment you believe the journey meant something. Then along comes that time when it crashes around you. The realisation of hurting is just to intense as you stop breathing cause you're hurting with a broken soul. Like shattered glass cutting deep, suddenly you can see … Read More

So Precious ~ love story

“LOVE CAN!” a poem for Thor’s Day, July 18, 2019

LOVE CAN MAKE A CESSPOOL CLEAN!

It’s-“the-strangest-thing you’ve ever seen,

When: WHAT-(BEFORE) WAS-NOT-VERY-WELL,

Certainly-NOT “Heaven!” IT-WAS just plain-H – L L,

Is NOW – filled with color – and sweet smells, all right!

And-you-wanna-sleep-with-IT, [ ’cause] It-feels -“outta-sight!”

You wanna HOLD IT! and STROKE IT! This (previously) HORRIFIC THING!

LOVE!

It-can-make-Those-Wedding-Bells,

START-TO-RING!

fin <3

How beautiful ๐ŸŽ

Intimacy ~

So here I tell you, no relationship is easy, but if you’re willing to make it worth it you will.

Many relationships fail because they stop trying

What you start looking for is someone to come into your life understanding you.

No one said that finding your soulmate was a walk in the park . It’s hard work Darling.

The hardest thing in life is to find that one thing in life that’s lights your fire.

Never ever let anyone or anything steel that passion from you.

Soulmates fit together like a horse and carriage

Soulmates nurture each other to be the very best of each other.

Kissable You~

“BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, HUGGABLE, KISSABLE YOU!” a poem 17 July 2019 (Wednesday, Karaoke Night Tonight – at The Railroad Blues!)

We-are in-bed, and-I’m-so-NOT-blue,

‘Cause-o’-Beautiful-Loveable-Kissable-You!

We-eat-and-hic-cup! Yes-s-we-do; (pause)

I’m-with Wonderful-Fashionable-Adorable-You!

We go for a walk; we go to The Zoo,

And-you-say: Your-Love – will-always-be-true!

We take a-nap; (pause) you hold my hand;

We gaze a-lot; we-understand,

BEING-IN-LOVE! is-The-Law-of-The-Land,

AND! The-Goal-of-All-Life, Through-The-E-ternal-Sand!

You-say:-“Are-You-hungry?” I-say: “Yes, for You,

‘Cause-you’re-Huggable-Kissable-&-Delectable-too!

So-you-blush, just-a-little; you-smile-and-say:

“Thank-you, Dear-Friend, for-a-wonderful-day!

And, as-The-Sun-sets, we’re-both-in-our-bed,

And on-my-shoulder – is-your-little-head!

(pause)

We-dream-of-Heavenly-castles-&-things-we-have-said,

I’m-with-The Loveable-Angelical-Gal-I-have-wed!

fin <3

Lifes litte complications ~

“I THINK NATURE IS OK! MAKING IT NOT OK MAY NOT BE THE BEST WAY!” a poem July 17, 2019 {Wednesday}

I’ve discovered! Everyone-has-one-of-these-or-those! THAT’S IT!

Either: A Pendulum, a-swinging! or – A deep dark Pit!

So: What to do with what you got, with whom you gonna share?

This-is a BIG question, for, with the right one, you’ll go bare!

So, you show me yours! and-I’ll stroke your hair,

And I’ll show you mine! (pause) Yes, you can stare,

Or in-vestigate! (pause) We’re SUCH A PAIR,

Of “typical” kids! Come-on, you! I DARE –

I-dare-you-to-get-“hooked”-with-me-for -a-while,

Or – for a million years! Mile! after-mile!

Come-on! I DARE YOU! to fall in love with me,

As much as I love you – or just let me be!

And-just-see, how-long-you-can-last! before-the-attraction’s-too-strong,

For-you-to-endure! It could be SHORT or LONG!

BUT! Does it have to be a contest? Does something have to win,

Waiting to see who gives up? or Who just gives in!?

So, there’s a pit! There’s a pendulum, and (I think) magnets attach,

To each of them, and, when the currents DON’T match,

There’s an irresistible draw – that leads me your way!

WE ALL SEEK TO-BE-HOME! Isn’t that OK!?

fin <3

Letter to my Husband ~

I may not be able to tell you every day but I need you to know that you are my world. That day I first saw you from the corner of my eye I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open choosing to take all in my stride every step along the way no matter where we were thinking of you made butterflies in my soul. I believe we are fated to be to do things that we chose anyway. I would chose you in a hundred lifetime’s in hundreds of worlds, I found you my Husband

Letter to my Husband ยฉ

I Dreamt I Was Dead ~

I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens,–
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,–
And cried: “O God, where art Thou?” I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift.”

I was so dead I wondered at no thing,–
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);

Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.

Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):

“No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift.”

Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).

~ A Dream – Helen Hunt Jackson

Judgment ~ julian assange

Be a witness

Not a Judge

Focus on yourself

Not on others

Listen to your heart, not the crowd

Don’t be quick to believe

Cause you know the truth

Listen to your soul

It’s called gut instinct

Judgement is doubting your yourself

Letter to my husband ~ how many ways

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Letter to my husband ยฉ๏ธ

My husband I love everything you are

I love you so I love you cause you are lovely

I love you cause you spoil me

I love you cause you read to me

I love you cause you giggle with me

I love you cause you are kind

I love you cause you to ride a bike

I love you cause you are kind to animals

I love you cause you sing to me

I love you cause you write great stuff

I love you cause you’re kind to me

I love you cause you do have a wonderfully quirky sense of human

I love you cause I tell you to be jealous and you really try to please me

I love you cause you never let me down

I love you cause you’re my perfect man

I love you cause you allow me say anything I wish

I love you cause you’re safe

I love you cause you still love me when I’m out of control.

I love the way you wash my long hair and comb my hair dry like a little kid and sprinkle my face with tiny kisses


I love your hard head when you look at me that way that says โ€ that’s enough when I talk too muchโ€

I love you cause your my Professor

I love you a million different ways

I love you cause you know how to handle me and bring out the best of me

How many ways do I love you, to Venus and back โค๏ธ

I LOVE YOU!
    I love your sense of humor!
       I LOVE that I don’t have any sense!
            I need you!
                    ๐Ÿ’

If found my soulmate!
   On my shoe!
        I asked her: “Well, now!  How’d-ya-do?”           SHE-said: “Please, please!  Don’t tread on me!”
               but: “We’re TWIN-soles!”                  “Nat-R-lee!”
                  “So!  Isn’t-SOME-treading-a-bit-OK!”                        “ALL-RIGHT!  Hubbie,
                           Wubbie!
                                My-J-J”ay”   !
                                  ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Letter to my husband

@bestofnature

My husband is lovely โค๏ธ

Luke Lee Bree

Beautiful people, now as never before you must communicate with all from that which is divine within you.
In this way you draw your sister’s and brothers into their own diviness. If they turn from your loving smile, nod, handshake , or any words of upliftment then bless them in your heart and move on. Your awakened moments are so important for you came to share your love and awaken the lost.
Your moment of great revelation to your mission is now. Feel the stars and creation within you, let it lift you to be with the angels of love and let your heart do its work for those who struggle for you may be the last contact they have with a awakened one.
Your presents in my life is overwhelmingly beautiful for we are one in our desires to be
love, live love, share Love. Luke Le Bree

Tears ~

“TEARS!” a poem July 9, 2019 (Tuesday)

THEY’RE TERRI BLE! but, tears cleanse your eyes!

They’re AWFUL, as-well-as-terrible! They-often-go-with-sighs!

You cry when you-are really sad,

When things have-gone SO AWFULLY BAD,

But-then, don’t-they clear-up, once-again?

And then-you-say: “Why’d-I-cry!?” and-then when,

You’re SURE-you’ll-never-cry-like-that-again, YOU-CRY-SOME-MORE,

Because YOUR-HEART, once-again, ACHES TO-“THE-CORE!”

You’re-“a-gusher!” CRY BABY! You!

Crying, crying! Crying, crying! They-should-put-you-in-a-zoo,

And-“give-you-something-TO-REALLY-CRY-ABOUT!”

You-CRY BA-BY! Pout-pout-pout!

Yet, you-also CRY-FOR-JOY – or-for-Love – of-what?

A-music-tune-might-set-you-off! or Your lover’s butt!

Or – a moment, a special moment that-“touches your-soul,

[‘Cause] it’s so darn beautiful, it-fills a-hole!

There’s sometimes*-a-hole in your Heart, and-you didn’t know it was there,

Like – When you cry ’cause you see me – in my underwear,

‘Cause YOU’RE SO HAPPY – with-me, a-live-“Teddy”-in-your-bed,

Who has a soft shoulder, for your pretty, little head!

WHO LOVES TO SLEEP BESIDE YOU & HOLDS YOU OH, SO TIGHT,

So you can cry gently! It-makes-for a-Blessed-Night!

fin <3

  • – or always!
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