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SLOW DANCE

SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,"Hi" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.

Riding Wistful Horses

Riding Wistful Horses by Alastair Adamson Sitting here and thinking how My life much richer is now For all the ones I've chanced upon And the tapestry that was spun There was a time when no one came No friends to play in childhood game No one to shelter from the rain Nor the adolescent pain Yet in my inner heart I knew Secrets rare and secrets true Were wishes horses, all would ride Other dreamers by my side Then one day I dropped my guard I never did something so hard In my heart I let others in And found I had a friend By one's and two's they gathered near Soothing all my darkest fears A tapestry we began to weave And I once more believe For youth need never fade away As long as I can dream and play On wistful horses I will ride With other dreamers at my side

Ladies Room....LMAO!!

Ladies Room....LMAO!! Current mood: silly Category: Blogging ..> When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! You yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail . Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto theTOILET SEAT . It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door! Welcome to my parlor... ..>

A woman should have....

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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...

A set of screwdrivers,
a cordless drill, and
a black lace bra...

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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...

One friend who
Always makes her
Laugh...
And one
Who lets her cry...


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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...

A good piece of furniture
not previously owned by
Anyone else in her family...

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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE

Eight matching plates,
Wine glasses with stems,
And a recipe for a meal that will
Make her guests feel honored.


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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...



A feeling of control over Her destiny...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...



How to fall in love Without losing herself...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...



HOW TO QUIT A JOB



BREAK UP WITH A LOVER



AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...

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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...



When to try harder... and




WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...



That she can't change
The length of her calves,
The width of her hips, or
The nature of her parents...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




That her childhood
May not have been Perfect...

but; It's over...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




What she would and Wouldn't
Do for love or more...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




How to live alone...
even if She doesn't like it...



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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




Whom she can trust, Whom she can't,
And why she shouldn't Take it personally...

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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




Where to go..
Be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
Or a charming inn in the woods...
When her soul needs soothing...


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EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...




What she can and can't accomplish
In a day...
A month...
And a year...



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God vs. Science

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, "Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. "You're a Christian, aren't you, son?" "Yes sir," the student says. "So you believe in God?" "Absolutely." "Is God good?" "Sure! God's good." "Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?" "Yes." "Are you good or evil?" "The Bible says I'm evil." The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?" "Yes sir, I would." "So you're good...!" I wouldn't say that." "But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't." The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?" The student remains silent. "No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. "Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?" "Er...yes," the student says. "Is Satan good?" The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No." "Then where does Satan come from?" The student falters. "From God" "That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son is there evil in this world?" "Yes, sir." "Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?" "Yes." "So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil." Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?" The student squirms on his feet. "Yes." "So who created them?" The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?" The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do." The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?" "No sir. I've never seen Him." "Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?" "No, sir, I have not." "Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?" "No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't." "Yet you still believe in him?" "Yes." "According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?" "Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith." "Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith." The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?" "Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat." "And is there such a thing as cold?" "Yes, son, there's cold too." "No sir, there isn't." The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees." "Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it." Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer. "What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?" "Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?" "You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word." "In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?" The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?" "Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed." The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?" "You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought." "It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it." "Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?" "If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do." "Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?" The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed. "Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?" The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. "To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean." The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter. "Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir." "So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?" Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith." "Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?" Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil." To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light." The professor sat down. If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you finished, repost

Fred:

A California Highway Patrol Officer stopped a car for traveling faster than the posted speed limit. Since he's in a good mood that day, he decides to give the poor fellow a break and write him out a warning instead of a ticket. So, he asks the man his name. "Fred," he replies. Fred what?" the officer asks. "Just Fred," the man responds. When the officer presses him for a last name, the man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it. The officer thinks he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it. "Tell me Fred, how did you lose your last name?" The man replies, "It's a long story so stay with me. I was born Fred Dingaling. I know it's a funny last name, but kids used to tease me all the time, so I stayed to myself. I studied hard and got good grades. When I got older I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I went through college, medical school, internship, residency, finally got my degree so I was Fred Dingaling, MD. After a while I got bored being a doctor so I decided to go back to school. Dentistry was my dream. Got all the way through school, got my degree so I was now Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS. Got bored doing dentistry so I started fooling around with my assistant. She gave me VD. So, I was Fred Dingaling , MD, DDS with VD. Well, the ADA found out about the VD so they took away my DDS so I was Fred Dingaling, MD with VD. Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred Dingaling with VD. Then the VD took away my Dingaling, So now I'm just Fred." The officer walked away in tears from laughing so hard and tore up the ticket

Follow Your Heart:

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What If Your Heart Didn't Look for Results?

Often I say to you, “Use your heart. Follow your heart. Your beautiful heart.” What does it mean to follow your beautiful heart?

It means to let go of thinking. I am not telling you to never think. Of course, you think. You have a mind for a reason. Only the mind has become predominant. So downplay your mind. When you always follow your mind, then you are reacting to the past and looking to the future. You are figuring something out. You are placing your bets. You brain, like a computer, assembles information and makes something of it. Information is always from the past. Even if you just receive the information, your mind is already assembling it, cranking it out like a slot machine, trying to make three apples come up together.

The brain, like a computer, cannot be spontaneous. It can only follow or react to what has been programmed into it. The brain sees what is directly before it but immediately incorporates it into the past or a projected future. The brain sums up. It calculates. It categorizes. It tells you, based on past records, what it considers most opportune for you to do in order to get results. The brain is always flipping through the past. It files things in categories. It keeps adding. The files bulge. They get so crowded you almost can’t think anymore. The thinking mind, beloveds, is not always reliable. Judgment is not reliable. The heart is reliably a heart. Hearts are made of gold, beloveds.

You may say, “But, God, the heart is not always reliable either. I’ve made mistake after mistake with my heart. I’ve even made a fool of myself with my heart. Experience has taught me I must use my mind over my heart.”


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When you say you make mistakes with your heart, you are saying you don’t always get the results you want. You don’t with your brain either. Sometimes your mind is too smart for its own good. The mind means to look out for your best interest, only it doesn’t always know what your best interest is. Outsmarting is not always smart.

What if your heart weren’t looking for results? What if your heart simply beat the tune it beats. What if your heart simply adores what it adores without thought of a future, without thought of what someone else may think, without thought of return, without thought of gain, simply without thought. What if your heart were allowed to say what it feels and to be what it is.

If you still feel that mind is more reliable than your heart, consider then that your heart is a mind. Certainly, your heart has a mind of its own.

Will you at least concede that your heart knows a lot? It knows without knowing why. It knows it wants to make music, or it wants to paint. Your heart knows what makes it happy. Your mind may be well-intentioned, yet it can only come from a distance whereas the heart is immediate. The heart is wise because it does not think. So what if your heart is not clever. I tell you to have a heart.

I don’t tell you to be mawkish. I don’t tell you to be sentimental. I tell you to use your heart.

You know, there is a right tool for everything. You don’t use a hammer when you need a screwdriver.

Your mind will tell you whom you can love, for instance, and whom you may not. Your heart tells you a different story. Your heart tells you what is happening now. Beloveds, minds do not marry, but hearts can. Hearts do.


Shop in Heaven's Grocery Store I was walking down life's highway a long time ago, One day I saw a sign that said "Heaven's Grocery Store". As I got a little closer, the door came open wide, And when I came to myself, I was standing inside. I saw a host of angels; they were standing everywhere, And one angel said, "My child, be sure to shop with care." Everything a Christian needed was in that grocery store, And what you couldn't carry you could come back again for more. First, I got some patience, love was in the same row. Further down was understanding, you need that everywhere you go. I got a box or two of wisdom, a bag or two of faith, I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, for he was every place. I stopped to get some strength and courage to help me run the race By then my basket was getting full, but I remembered I needed grace. I didn't forget charity, for charity was free, So I tried to get enough to serve both you and me. Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill For I thought I had everything to do my Master's will. As I went up the aisle, I saw prayer, and put that in For I knew when I stepped outside, I would ruin right into sin. Peace and joy were plentiful, they were on the very last shelf Repentance was hanging nearby, so I just helped myself. Then at the counter my choices piled high, I asked how much I owed He just smiled and said, "Take them with you wherever you go." "Really, sir," I argued, "for all this - How much do I owe?" He smiled and said, "My child, Jesus paid your bill long ago." "We don't accomplish anything in this world alone... and whatever happens is the result of the whole tapestry of one's life and all the weavings of individual threads form one to another that creates something." -- Sandra Day O'Connor, Judge, Supreme Court
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of passage? His dad takes him into the forest ... blindfolded ... and leaves him .... alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night ... and not take off the blindfold until the ray of sun shines through it. He is all by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night ... he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience. Each lad must come into his own manhood. The boy was terrified ... could hear all kinds of noise ... Beasts were all around him. Maybe even some human would hurt him. The wind blew the grass and earth... and it shook his stump. But he sat stoically ... never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could be a man. Finally, after a horrific night ... the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he saw his father ... sitting on the stump next to him ... at watch ... the entire night. We are never alone. Even when we do not know it, our Father is protecting us ... He is sitting on the stump beside us. All we have to do is reach out to Him. The future is not some place you are going, but one you are creating. The paths to it are not found but made, and the activity of making them changes both the maker and the destination.

Meanig of F.R.I.E.N.D. S.

F.R.I.E.N.D. S.H.I.P Meaning of F.R.I.E.N.D. S.H.I.P "F" is for Fun......... ...That friends share when they are together. "R" is for Reliability. ...A true friend is someone that you can always rely on. "I" is for Interest.... ...Someone who is genuinely interested in you, your fears, joys, and life. "E" is for Energy...... ...They pick you up when you are down, and give you the energy to go on and believe in yourself. "N" is for Nothing..... ...Nothing is ever too much, no matter what time it is, night or day. "D" is for Distance.... ...Although the miles may separate you, a true friend is never far away. "S" is for Secrets..... ...Your feelings and personal/private
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