The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We’re much like books, what’s important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You’re not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?

Bob Quigley

Artist Norman Rockwell
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

#TenderTuesday . . . There is dew for The Flow’ret.

There is dew for the flow’ret
And honey for the bee,
And bowers for the wild bird,
And love for you and me.
There are tears for the many
And pleasures for the few;
But let the world pass on, dear,
There’s love for me and you.
There is care that will not leave us,
And pain that will not flee;
But on our hearth unalter’d
Sits Love—’tween you and me.
Our love it ne’er was reckon’d,
Yet good it is and true,
It’s half the world to me, dear,
It’s all the world to you.

Thomas Hood.

Artist Dee Nickerson
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Every now and then, take an inventory of your life.

Every now and then, take an inventory of your life. Figure out who is in your life and why.
We often hang on to old, toxic, worn-out relationships that keep our lives cluttered and
prevent new, more nurturing relationships from coming in. Do you have friends and
acquaintances you do not want or need in your life? Release them from your heart and mind.

~ Iyanla Vanzant

Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant

I wish you enough

‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were
wanting the other person to have a life filled with just
enough good things to sustain them.’

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright
no matter how grey the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive
and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of
joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting…
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final

~ Paulo Coelho

Text & image source: Mitra Shashidi

#SoftTuesday ……As She lives with Tenderness…

……….As She lives….
…….with Tenderness……
…..her Touch is Gentle….
……her Heart is Giving…..
……her Words Hopeful…..
…and a Soul full of Grace..

….the Human Spirit…….

~Darrielle Cresswell~

Text & image source: Whispers



…what a simple way……
…….to tell another…….
……struggling soul…

….that there is love….
…… be found….
…… this world……

Text & image credit: Whispers

My Friends Of The Past.

Though i have long shed my last nostalgic tears
And i have not seen them for thirty two years
My friends of the past in my thoughts i recall
I socialized with them and played games of ball

On looking back the decades how quick time does fly
I only have memories of Seasons gone by
Our teen years go quickly and too our lives prime
And in memory we only can go back in time

In life we did go on our separate way
And to them i may well be a stranger today
And though them again i may never more see
In their thoughts of the past they may remember me

In my prime years i was one not without a friend
But time ticks along and old friendships do end
In life we had different journeys to go on
And though the past we remember the past it has gone

Since then i have grown older but i have not grown more wise
We played football together and with them i did socialize
My friends of the past i remember today
But we live in the now as the wise one does say. 

Francis Duggan.

Artist Susan Brabeau
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Your soul doesn’t care what you do for a living

Your soul doesn’t care what you do for a living 
– and when your life is over, neither will you. 
Your soul cares only about what you are being 
while you are doing whatever you are doing.

~ Neale Donald Walsch

Text & image source: Marianne Gillis