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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 6, 2020 19:02:29 GMT -5
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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 6, 2020 19:09:49 GMT -5
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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 6, 2020 19:25:37 GMT -5
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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 6, 2020 19:33:18 GMT -5
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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 6, 2020 19:35:14 GMT -5
I've had a good afternoon.
Have a good Labor Day tomorrow, folks on this continent.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2020 20:19:12 GMT -5
Just an ordinary day here in N.Z. Ours is in October. Time to plant the tomatoes.
There used to be a hymn in the previous hymnbook ( in my day, haha). The tune was the Austrian national anthem. Faster tempo...I can play it by ear. Correct me if I’m wrong.
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Post by slowtosee on Sept 6, 2020 21:11:35 GMT -5
If interested in watching inspiring movie , watch “Amazing Grace “ John Newton , who wrote the song , is portrayed in part of movie but the theme is the abolishment of Great Britain slave trade .
“ 18th-century England, House of Commons member William Wilberforce (Ioan Gruffudd) and his close friend and a future prime minister, William Pitt (Benedict Cumberbatch), begin a lengthy battle to abolish Great Britain's slave trade. Though Wilberforce's legislation is soundly defeated in 1791, his growing affection for Barbara Spooner (Romola Garai) inspires him to take up the fight once more.”
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Post by slowtosee on Sept 6, 2020 21:40:19 GMT -5
Beautiful rendition of “the rose”, bob My favourite is probably this one with Leann singing with LA gay men’s choir . I can only imagine , some of the life stories , the men in the choir Coukd tell , “ when you think that love is only , for the lucky and the strong ...... m.youtube.com/watch?v=CaROl1j-xBY
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2020 19:50:36 GMT -5
Red Marbles!... I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good..' 'They are good, Barry.. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs... Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes... Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. 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... The fastest line at the grocery store... A good sing-along song on the radio... Your keys found right where you left them.
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Post by joanna on Sept 12, 2020 20:13:09 GMT -5
@redback
So lovely. Thank you for sharing.
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Post by Pragmatic on Sept 12, 2020 20:28:54 GMT -5
Thanks Redback. A good lesson
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2020 22:10:40 GMT -5
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Post by jetmech on Sept 12, 2020 22:25:43 GMT -5
Red Marbles!... I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good..' 'They are good, Barry.. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs... Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances.. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes... Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. 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... The fastest line at the grocery store... A good sing-along song on the radio... Your keys found right where you left them. What a lovely story indeed. I love it. Thank you for sharing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2020 22:29:36 GMT -5
Thanks Wally, good words of Wisdom.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2020 4:33:57 GMT -5
You will teach them to dream, but they will not dream your dream. Nevertheless, in every flight, in every life, in every dream, the print of the way you taught them will remain. ... Mother Teresa.
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Post by slowtosee on Sept 15, 2020 10:40:32 GMT -5
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.. Take naps. Stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you’re not. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2020 16:23:44 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2020 17:29:07 GMT -5
On this road called life. You have to take the good with the bad, Smile with the sad, love what you got, and remember what you had. Always forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes. People change. Things go wrong. But just remember, the ride goes on. dailyinspirationalquotes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 19:34:54 GMT -5
You need to associate with people who inspire you, people that challenge you to raise higher, people that make you better. Don't waste your valuable time with people that are not adding to your growth.
Your destiny is too important. Joel Osteen.
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Post by slowtosee on Oct 11, 2020 11:25:34 GMT -5
The journey is short ❤
An elderly woman got on a bus and sat down. At the next stop, a strong, grumpy young woman climbed up and sat down sharply beside the old woman, hitting her with her numerous bags.
When she saw that the elderly woman remained silent, the young woman asked her why she had not complained when she hit her with her bags.
The elderly woman replied with a smile: ′ ′ There is no need to be rude or discuss something so insignificant, as my trip next to you is so short because I am going to get off at the next stop. "
This answer deserves to be written in gold letters: ′ ′ There is no need to discuss something so insignificant, because our journey together is too short. "
Each of us must understand that our time in this world is so short, that darkening with struggles, useless arguments, jealousy, not forgiving others, discontent and an attitude of constant discovery is a ridiculous waste of time and energy.
Did someone break your heart ?. Stay calm. The trip is too short.
Did someone betray you, intimidate, cheat or humiliate you? Relax. Excuse. The trip is too short.
Did someone insult you without reason ?. Stay calm. Ignore it. The trip is too short.
Did a neighbor comment on the chat that you didn't like ?. Stay calm. Ignore him. Forgive that. The trip is too short.
Whatever the problem someone has brought us, remember that our journey together is too short.
No one knows the length of that trip. Nobody knows when it will arrive at its stop. Our trip together is too short.
We will appreciate friends and family.
Let us be respectful, kind and forgive, we will be filled with gratitude and joy, after all our trip together is very short.
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Post by slowtosee on Oct 12, 2020 23:15:53 GMT -5
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Post by slowtosee on Oct 14, 2020 13:33:15 GMT -5
Ray and Bob , two headworkers , during prep time for convention were standing at the base of a flagpole looking up. A woman worker walks by and asked what they are doing.
“We’re supposed to find the height of the flagpole” said Bob, “But we don’t have a ladder.”
The woman said, “Hand me that wrench out of your toolbox.” She loosened a few bolts and then laid the flagpole down.
She then took a tape measure from their toolbox, took a measurement and announced, “Eighteen feet and three inches” and walked away.
Ray shook his head and laughed, “Well ain’t that just like a ‘Miss-know-it-all’ woman worker ?” he said, “We need the height and she gives us the length!”
Ray and Bob are still headworkers, and a lot more worthy and willing of filling their place ......... and the woman worker still learning to submit ....... almost thought I detected a slight streak of rebellion in her countenance the other day do hopefully she not Losing out .... o well ....... wheat and the chaff .......Tares and all that ......
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2020 2:41:29 GMT -5
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Post by rjkee on Oct 15, 2020 2:52:17 GMT -5
The Rose played during COVID 19 lockdown
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Post by slowtosee on Oct 15, 2020 8:38:17 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2020 14:57:40 GMT -5
+ LET YOURSELF REST
If you’re exhausted, rest.
If you don’t feel like starting a new project, don’t.
If you don’t feel the urge to make something new, just rest in the beauty of the old, the familiar, the known.
If you don’t feel like talking, stay silent.
If you’re fed up with the news, turn it off.
If you want to postpone something until tomorrow, do it.
If you want to do nothing, let yourself do nothing today.
Feel the fullness of the emptiness, the vastness of the silence, the sheer life in your unproductive moments.
Time does not always need to be filled.
You are enough, simply in your being.
Jeff Foster
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Post by slowtosee on Oct 18, 2020 18:15:37 GMT -5
′′ He is 85 and insists on taking his wife hand in hand wherever they go. When I asked why your wife is distracted, like she wasn't following anyone? He replied: She have Alzheimer's.. So I said, will your wife worry if you let her go? He replied, ′′ She doesn't remember... She doesn't know who I am anymore, she hasn't recognized me for years ". Surprised, I said, ′′ and still you continue to guide on the way every day even though she doesn't recognize you ". The elderly man smiled and looked into my eyes. he said, ′′ She doesn't know who I am, but I know who she is ".
′′ SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ′′!" ♥️
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2020 23:59:23 GMT -5
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