to wander

 

"There are days when I don't feel sociable,
I'm just happy on my own,
to wander through my thoughts and dreams
In the quiet, I've found I've grown.
As much as I like the laughter shared,
The chatter and the cheer,
I find a deep peace in solitude,
Where my world feels more clear.
I chase the sun, I read my books,
I sew and write and play,
With every moment spent alone,
I find a brighter way.
So here's to solitary time spent
doing the things that inspire me
For sometimes in the stillness,
I discover who I'm meant to be..."
Author unknown, credit to Serendipity Corner pg
Artist unknown via Pinterest

Source: A Friend on Facebook

It is a new day

"They say beauty comes from a 

spirit that has weathered many 

hardships in life and somehow 

continues with resilience. 

Grace can be found in a soul 

who ages softly, even amid 

the tempest. 

I think the loveliest by far is the one 

whose gentle heart bears a hundred scars 

from caring, yet still finds a way to pick up 

the lamp, one more time, to light the way 

for love." 

Susan Frybort 

Martin Piwowarski Illustrations 

Source: Bring Side on Facebook

Will The Circle Be Unbroken - The NGDB

 

Pink Floyd - " TIME "

 

PINK FLOYD - A Pillow Of Winds - Meddle

 

Magnify

 

Source: Donna Ashworth on Facebook

Your mother is always with you.

They moved the headstone they put on moms feet. The top of her stone is still a little lower, but I'm glad they moved the other stone!

Was looking at Facebook memories and I shared some good ones around mothers day over the years. I thought I'd save them here. Enjoy!

Your mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well. She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space...not even death.

~ Author Unknown

Life is a fragile chain of experiences held together by love.

...the leaving of a pebble on a headstone in the cemetary is a way to errect a small, new tomb-stone to honour the memory of the dead. The pebble also lets others know that someone did come and remember. Symbolically, it suggests the continuing presence of love and memory which are as strong and enduring as a rock. It's a Jewish tradition, but you don't have to be Jewish to leave a stone.