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Be that one today!

 

 

 

ONE

One tree can start a forest;
One smile can begin a friendship;
One hand can lift a soul;
One word can frame the goal;
One candle can wipe out darkness;
One laugh can conquer gloom;
One hope can raise your spirits;
One touch can show you care;
One life can make the difference;
Be that one today.

  • BJ Gallagher
  • Beautiful Art by Amanda Clark

 

 

 

 

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#TenderTuesday . . . . His heart was like a sensitive plant





“His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine,
but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger,
or the lightest breath of wind.”


Quote from “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall,” by Anne Brontë, 1848.












Illustration by Valentina Catto. Happy 200th Birthday, Anne Brontë (1820-1849).
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/










Adults have a God-given responsibility…




“It is the responsibility of every parent and every adult to ensure that the children in their
care are safe and secure. What I am referring to goes way beyond feeding, clothing, and
washing behind a child’s ears. Adults have a God-given responsibility to make sure that all
children are guided, nurtured, and protected from harm – all types of harm.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant









Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/











Grandma’s Sewing Box!






Spools of thread and needles
Slipper cushions filled with pins
Some tipped with colored beads.
Grandma’s sewing box was filled
with everything she seemed to need.

She would sit and darn Grandpa’s stockings
Or maybe sew a button on a shirt or two.
She always seemed to know what color of thread to use
She always knew just what to do.

She would place a thimble on her finger
And with needle strung of colored thread.
She would push the needle very carefully in
What ever had needed, Grandma’s special mend.

I would rummage through Grandma’s sewing box
It was like a treasure chest she saved for me.
She would let me play with all the colored buttons
And tried to show me how to needle point
A butterfly and bunny scene.

She would take my little fingers
And thread my needle with thin pastel yarn.
I will always remember my Grandma’s sewing box
And the times, I would visit her on the farm.

Linda Winchell.










Artist unknown
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/









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Find arms that will hold you at your weakest times






Find arms that will hold you at your weakest times,
Eyes that will see your beauty at your ugliest times,
and a heart that will love you at your worst. ❤️☀












Text & image source: Mitra Shahidi https://www.facebook.com/mitra.shahidi.3










We cannot hide what we feel forever.




For some reason it seems that we don’t want people to know
that we are human. But we are. We cannot hide what we feel
forever. It is essential to our sense of well-being that we find
a way to open up and let someone know what is going on inside.

~ Iyanla Vanzant












Text & image source: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/











#TenderTuesday . . . . She smiled at him very graciously






“She smiled at him very graciously when he was introduced to her,
and after he had seen that smile he took no interest in anything else
that was going on… Despite the well-known fact that a fairy party is never dull.”


From  ‘My Days with the Fairies’ by Mrs. Rodolph Stawell,












illustration: Edmund Dulac (1910)
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/

#TenderTuesday . . . . are we not ‘all’ a bit of Peter Pan?



“There could not have been a lovelier sight;
but there was none to see it except a little boy
who was staring in at the window. He had had ecstasies
innumerable that other children can never know;
but he was looking through the window at the one joy
which he must be for ever barred.”


~ J.M. Barrie, “Peter Pan.” (The Return Home).












Illustration by Scott Gustafson.
text & image source: Nina Mera/ Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/Oct2282/











There is a stage after which language fails us.





 

There is a stage after which language fails us.
When you step into the zone of love, you won’t need language.”

~ The Forty Rules of Love












Text & image source: Amin Muhammad @ Mystic Rhythm of sufi love https://www.facebook.com/groups/307307479949063/?tn-str=*F