I love words, images, and music that stir the heart and soul. This is a collection of quotes, images, music and poetry I have found on the web and each one has moved me in some way. I claim no credit for any content on this site unless otherwise noted. Content was found on various internet sites including Pinterest, Facebook, Google, etc. If anything on this blog belongs to you and do not want me to share it on this site, please contact me and the post will be removed. ♬ ♬ -▲= ♬
Tuesday, January 31, 2023
Willie Nelson - It Gets Easier (Official Video)
Monday, January 30, 2023
Sunday, January 29, 2023
Sunday Sermon
Psalm 143:8
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.
In this life Lyrics
Album: N Dis Lifehttp://www.kamakawiwo.net/ For all ive been blessed with in my lifethere was an emptyness in mei was imprisoned by the power of goldwith one kind touch you sent me freelet the world stop turninglet the sun stop burninglet them tell me love is not worth goin throughif it all falls aparti will no deep in my heartthe only dream that mattered had come truein this life i was loved by youfor every mountain i have climbedevery raging river crossedyou were the treasure that i longed to findwithout your love i would be lostlet the world stop turninglet the sun stop burninglet them tell me love is not worth goin throughif it falls aparti will know deep in my heartthe only dream that mattered had come truein this life i was loved by youi kno that i will live foreverbut forever ill be loving youlet the world stop turninglet the sun stop burningtell me loves not going throughif it all falls apart i will know deep in my heartthe only dream that mattered had come truein this life i was loved by you
Saturday, January 28, 2023
A Broken Heart
Friday, January 27, 2023
THOSE WHO WAIT…
Thursday, January 26, 2023
Wednesday, January 25, 2023
Virginia Woolf
Happy Heavenly Birthday Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf: Quotes
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
It is worth mentioning, for future reference, that the creative power which bubbles so pleasantly in beginning a new book quiets down after a time, and one goes on more steadily. Doubts creep in. Then one becomes resigned. Determination not to give in, and the sense of an impending shape keep one at it more than anything.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
A biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may well have as many as a thousand.
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind.
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
Quote list found here: https://www.writerswrite.co.za/literary-birthday-25-january-virginia-woolf/
Tuesday, January 24, 2023
Winter
Monday, January 23, 2023
BEGINNING TODAY
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Saturday, January 21, 2023
I Love Your Shoes
Donna Ashworth posted this on her Facebook page January 16, 2023 since she now has over a million followers. It is a very warm and touching entry. She even makes a simple thank you special and her words are always valuable and touching. I am not surprised she has over a million followers.
THANKS (A MILLION!)
Well, today I passed one million followers on this page.
I have been thinking of what I want to say, to mark this moment in time.
And here it is:
Thank you…
I say it every day, to so many of you.
And for the most part it may sound robotic perhaps, throwaway, especially in response to some of the wonderful statements you send my way.
But this is what I actually mean when I say ‘thank you’…
Thank you, for connecting with me, ever so briefly but ever so profoundly.
Thank you, for reaching across oceans and miles to metaphorically look me in the eye and say, ‘this meant something’.
Thank you, for proving to me, over and over, that I am never alone.
Thank you, for taking time in your incredibly busy life, to make a difference to my day (and it does).
Thank you, for being the reason I enjoy writing so much, and for being the ‘eyes’ my words were seeking.
Thank you, for making me an author, for building me a career I had no idea I wanted.
Because make no mistake, my friends…without you, daily-reading, seeing value-in, and sharing my words, my books would not exist.
And the way you sprinkle the world with support, encouragement, authenticity, and kindness, drives me on.
So, thank you.
An over-used word perhaps, but such a very important one.
Because a simple ‘thank you’, can contain so much unseen love, appreciation and connection.
Thank you all.
Donna
Friday, January 20, 2023
Thursday, January 19, 2023
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
It's madness to hate...
It's madness to hate
all roses because you got
scratched with one thorn,
because one of them
didn't come true,
to give up all attempts
because one of them failed.
It's folly to condemn
all your friends
because one has betrayed
you,
to no longer believe in love
just because someone
was unfaithful
or didn't love you back,
to throw away
all your chances to be happy
because something went wrong.
There will always
be another opportunity,
another friend,
another love,
a new strength.
For every end,
there is always
a new beginning.
And now here is my secret,
a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart
that one can see rightly;
what is essential,
is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Little Prince Excerpts, 1943
Poet's Corner / Esquina Poetica on Facebook
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
Monday, January 16, 2023
Sunday, January 15, 2023
Saturday, January 14, 2023
Today...
Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles -- A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work or shop. I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in... The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing along song on the radio. Your keys right where you look.
Friday, January 13, 2023
This is Life!
Thursday, January 12, 2023
Magic exists.
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars?
Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
~ Nora Roberts
Post by Esoteric Eye on Facebook
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
The Velveteen Rabbit, 1923
You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbit, 1923
From Ravenous Butterflies on Facebook
Tuesday, January 10, 2023
Monday, January 9, 2023
January
Sunday, January 8, 2023
Sunday Sermon
Saturday, January 7, 2023
Friday, January 6, 2023
And Then It’s Winter
AND THEN IT IS WINTER
Thursday, January 5, 2023
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Dear Life
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
BEGINNING TODAY
