William Shakespeare

Doubt thou that the stars are fire;
Doubt thou that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt that I love.

Hamlet

Sent by a Friend

"LOVE TRANSFORMS EVERYTHING"
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Yesterday is gone, today is here and tomorrow has not arrived, what are you doing at this moment to improve your life!
Every day there are many lessons to be learned in life, even about yourself.
The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.'
Love and family always come first, without your loved ones, the gifts would have no meaning. Cherish and appreciate these times.
Take one day at a time and enjoy the moment.
Tomorrow will get here fast, do what your heart desires, if not you may regret it tomorrow and in future.
Friendship starts with smile.
Hope is all we have, keep on hoping.
God is love, start the day with God in you.
The storms of life reveal the strength of our Faith.
...anonymous

Story People

I've had some of my best conversations with strangers, she said, because they have no idea who they're dealing with...from Story People

This is one of the most fun web sites ever!

More from Mike Dooley

The trick with imagination is remembering to use it.

Visualize every day.

Notes From the Universe

Life is like a dance and we're partners. Setbacks, delays, and detours?
Heck, they're just like some of the steps in the mambo, tango, and cha-cha.
If you dissected the movements and saw them without regard to the rest of
the dance, everyone would look like total dorks. But when you see the
big picture...poetry in motion.

In life, setbacks, delays, and detours are often just my way of "keeping"
you for something way better. Don't let them discourage you, don't lose
faith, and whatever you do, don't stop dancing.

Your most able choreographer,
The Universe

PS--You choose the dance, the ballroom, or the disco, and let me write the steps, 'kay?

...from Notes from the Universe New Perspectives From An Old Friend by Mike Dooley
as featured in The Secret

Notes

Regrets are a waste of time crippling you in the present.

No matter what happens; keep your childish innocence.

Writings:

She said that even the purple grapes smelled of purple.

Magic

I wish I had a magic wand
To wave about your head
To sweep you to the clouds
And fulfill your dreams
Instead, alas I am only mortal
And magic I do not possess
Except, the magic of my love

I LOVE YOU MORE

The soft light'
Of early morning
Casts shadows on my cup
As I drift away in thought
I cannot say in truth go find the love you seek
For in my heart I know your love is mine to keep
I cannot say in truth
I love you less than I did before
For in truth I do not love you less
I love you more

SUNDAY

I love to lie in my bed on Sunday
To look out my window
At the peaceful green on the sloping hill
To feel the quiet as it surrounds
The early morning
And every now and then to hear
The cricket call the hummingbird
To visit at my window
Just below the limb of the tree that protects
The Jasmine
Safe in my Queen Anne bed
Pillows plumped
Down blanket scrunched around my legs
Safe and secure from the world outside
My coffee cup seams sweet and savory
Among the scent of early morning dew
While music envelops my very soul
And caresses my mind
The sleepy world of my environment
Not yet awake to spoil the pleasure
Of the quiet, sweet morning of Sunday

Poetry by ruie
from "Two Poets"

SOON

The night lay like black silk
silence loomed from every corner
as a soft layer of mist fell on
the window
the car seemed to sense that it too must be still
nothing dared to interrupt her thoughts
how could it end this way
no shouts, no recriminations
just a whimper so small it could hardly be heard
it was over after all the years of trying
it was finally over
it was what she had wanted for so very long
then why was she crying
tears streamed down her face as if they were a part
of the mist
quiet tears of relief or were they tears of regret?
a little of both perhaps
if you won't move out by Sunday, then I will
the words fell from her lips before she knew she had said them
no, he said, I will
they stood there and just looked at each other
both knowing, both feeling empty
it was over
marriage, children, family
never to be the same again
it had been six months since that day
yet here she was driving the streets at midnight
not far from the house
but there was something about the absolute silence
somehow it kept her sane
how many times now had she laid on the kitchen floor
in terror not knowing how do it alone
yet knowing she had no choice
she couldn't turn back
not now, not ever
so the midnight ride became a ritual
the tears, the mist, the silky black sky
all a part of saying goodbye
soon, she told herself
soon she would find her way
and get on with life
but tonight it seemed as if soon was all gone now
somehow it was different
she stopped at the end of the street
the wall loomed large in front of her
all she had to do was back up, step on the gas
and it would end
the fear, the terror, the empty feeling
suddenly a scream shattered the silence
a light shone in the window
are you alright?
she rolled the window down
the officer looked anxiously at her tear stained face
yes, yes, I'm okay now
he looked at her for a moment or two
you better get home, it looks like it's going to be a wet night
thank you she said, I'm on my way
as she drove home in the silence
tears streaming once again down her face
she had come close
but she was still here
something inside telling her to have faith
it will be alright
it's over and a new day is dawning
soon
.....by ruie