. . . build good and positive on good and positive . . .
it all adds up.
Everything counts.

Does anyone know what has happened to Kevin,
lives on east coast,
our Quaker man who likes to row?

. . . with those I love,
sitting with the sun on my face . . .

I don’t think I ever give anyone a gift that has strings attached . . .
I give because it gives me pleasure,
and because I think the recipient would like it.

The deeper the hurt,
the more difficult it is to forgive.

Tomorrow
is where the seeds I plant today
will begin to grow . . .

tenderness . . .

My personal dreams
are very quiet right now . . .
perhaps they need my attention.

I need to guard against this myself too sometimes,
dear Pilgrim…
we are steps ahead
when are present to it
and recognize it . . .
Blessings to you . . .

I thought so too,
dear Christina…
I find it to be be
both a challenge and a comfort.

♥

Your words
remind me of this quote by Irma Bombeck,
dear Antoinette . . .
“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.”

Amen.

I think you are right,
dear grateful sea . . .
I had wondered,
but just now saw his post about rowing…:)
just wanted to make sure he was all right.

I join Carla and Anna . . .
we are most assuredly
not alone . . .

Be well,
dear Butterfly,
and know that you are not alone…♥

Amen,
from me too.

Well said,
dear Amy…
I yearn with you.

I feel the same way,
dear Ed…