...away from the winds...

           If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.

Happy Sunday!

“I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars. I wonder where you could be now, for years I’ve not said your name out loud. And longer since I called you mine— time has passed for you and I. But I have learnt to live without, I do not mind— I still love you anyhow.”

Red Currants

photo: David Castenson

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“Water is the driving force in nature.” - Leonardo Da Vinci

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.”