Month: March 2014

Love doesn’t …

Love doesn’t hate.

         

“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” 
― Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now
 
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More on writer…

More on writers and writing…..

“When I speak of writing, the image that comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or a literary tradition; it is the person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward. Amid his shadows, he builds a new world with words.”

— Orhan Pamuk

I think I should do this. Right now I’m in the living-room and there are distractions ;like television, people lounging around and sometimes somebody’s kids playing. This is all good ,but not conducive to the work of writing which takes some heavy concentration at times. (Ken K. Chartrand)

 

Instead of?…

Instead of?

 

In 1950, only 22 percent of American adults were single. Today, more than 50 percent of American adults are single, and 31 million—roughly one out of every seven adults—live alone. People who live alone make up 28 percent of all U.S. households, which makes them more common than any other domestic unit, including the nuclear family. In GOING SOLO, renowned sociologist and author Eric Klinenberg proves that these numbers are more than just a passing trend. They are, in fact, evidence of the biggest demographic shift since the Baby Boom: we are learning to go solo, and crafting new ways of living in the process.

 

From the Heart…

From the Heart Doctor:(internet)

                                      

  
No, we shouldn’t be ruled by our feelings but God made us with feelings for a reason. They validate our existence and value and they help us know when harm is near.

Further to:

 “Answers to the comfort question also reveal why some people are so good at communicating while others have such difficulty. We are not born knowing how to understand and express what is inside our souls. That kind of knowing ourselves requires contemplation and reflection…Being fully known and understood requires we say aloud to someone else what is going on within our souls”

What is the Lupine Effect?

We all have a good side and a bad side. Some refer to the good side as the light, and the bad as the dark.

The author has examined this dark side through the eyes of one of his characters.

After a tragedy during a hunting trip, Cal Ladabrook, a handsome young rancher awakens in the wilderness to find that he is no longer human. What has happened to him? What is he to do to get back to the light side of his human soul; back to what he was before the evil that is the Lupine Effect took over?

Check out the book. See at Amazon.com or request it at your local book store.

 

A Prayer I feared….

I’m a Roman Catholic  by birth but not too much by practice. When I was a little boy and about to have my first Communion, my mother taught the basic prayers to me. The Lord’s Prayer, and The Hail Mary.

‘The following is the Hail Mary prayer:

Hail Mary! full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women! And Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus!

Holy Mary, Mother of God-

Pray for us sinners ,now and at the hour of our death. Amen!’

Every time it got to the last four words, “hour of our death”. I shivered. and wondered why we have to talk about death. As a kid I feared that part. Later in life I realised its  possible comforting meaning.

I found a beaut…

I found a beautiful poem about love and friendship. Check it out!

       
“Leaves will fall, cold will creep in
A circle of life that ends where it begins
It may take a thousand years and a thousand poems penned
But my hair will someday gray and my back will bend—
Then my shadow will join my body in the earth once again.

I know not the way, or even the when
Or who chooses that day we’re called away to ascend
But you bathed me in your bravery and forgave me my sins
You made a home in your heart for mine to live in—
And in return, my friend, this poem is my oath that a river of love will run through it until the very end.” 
― Ryan Winfield, State of Nature