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I am a man who loves life. I see a world rich in substance and color. I write to bring you, the reader, a glimpse of the world seen through my eyes. I believe in God's Word and I believe in universal truth. I thank God every day for all that He has blessed me with and I try to see the good in all things. Peace, health, and joy are my constant companions and I embrace all that God has given me. I consider each day a gift.
Thank you and may God bless...Night.2012










"Consider the Storm"

“And once the storm is over you won’t remember

how you made it through, how you managed to survive.

You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is

really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out

of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked

in. That’s what this storm’s all about.



Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)


Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself,

and know that everything in life has purpose.

There are no mistakes, no coincidences,

all events are blessings given to us to learn from...

On Meditation.



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"Letting Go"

Letting go is one of the hardest lessons in life,
Yet over changing seasons and passing time,
You will have to learn to let go of certain
People, relationships, situations and things,
That fall way beyond your control.

Tenacity and the attitude of not giving up,
Work wonders on many occasions but not all,
As some things just are not meant to be,
No matter how hard you fight and cling to them,
And forcing your will upon things just repel them further.

There will always be people,
Who will turn out in ways you never expected,
And it dawns on you that you have to let them go,
So that they can fulfill their destinies,
While you go on to fulfill your own life path.

As life likes to dish out surprises and challenges,
Sometimes it is only through letting go,
When your heart cries in anguish,
That in the agonizing process that you realize,
What is truly worth holding onto.

Letting go does not signify weakness,
As it might take more courage to let go than holding on,
Like the big, inflexible tree that snaps in the storm,
While tiny blades of grasses yield and live on,
Revealing the strength of letting go.


How awesome is this...Thanks Vicky...!



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10/19/2018 21:45:52



10/19/2018 21:03:28



10/19/2018 18:52:02




Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

-
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye





I am not there.

I do not sleep.


I am a thousand winds that blow.


I am the diamond glints on snow.


I am the sunlight on ripened grain.


I am th
e gentle autumn rain.


When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.


I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.

Idid not die.



No te pares en mi tumba y llores 

Poema de Mary Elizabeth Frye



No estoy ahí. No duermo.

Soy mil vientos que soplan.

Yo soy los destellos de diamante en la nieve!


Yo soy la luz del sol sobre el grano maduro.

Yo soy la suave lluvia de otoño.


Cuando despiertes en el silencio de la mañana.

Soy la rápida y edificante carrera.

De pájaros tranquilos volando en círculos.


Soy las estrellas suaves que brillan por la noche.

No te pongas en mi tumba y llores

;
No estoy ahí. Yo no morí


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10/19/2018 18:01:38



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So
I lost my phone...

Last night a friend
rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act
at a local bar's music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone
wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar,
the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend's phone to call
mine.After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and
hung up. They didn't answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost
cause and headed home.I found my phone laying on my night stand, right
where I left it.



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Stoppin'
by with a bedtime story...Enjoy & Sweet dreams out there on your
end friend...



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10/19/2018 12:36:51



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Return
of the Messiah

In the year 2026 the
Messiah came back
down to Earth. She performed miracles and cured the sick. There was
no doubt as to her authenticity. She appeared to all nations at once.
All believed. All worshiped her. Some time later, after this period of
our history known as the Age
of Peace, She dropped a bombshell on us. She warned us that Heaven
was almost full. Nobody had gone to Hell during this Age. There were
a fixed amount of spots left. Paradise would be closed to all who
died after the Gates close. That is when the Mass Suicides began. Taking
your own life, She
had told us, was not a sin if you died a pious man. The race was on! She
looked on and was pleased. She returned to her home, to her
throne of fire and flames, and greeted all with a nod of her wicked
horns.



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Just
stoppin' by with yet another tale...Enjoy & have a great day out
there on your end dear friend...



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10/19/2018 00:55:11




May All Dreams Come True.
With Love Nicky ...


10/18/2018 19:02:04



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The
Eyes are Watching Me

I bought a new
house in the small town of Winthrop. The house was cheap,
but the most important part was that I needed to get away from the
city. A few months ago, I had a run-in with a stalker. While I had
managed to get him arrested, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes just
constantly watching me. I felt like there were eyes everywhere, at home
and on the street, so I decided to move out into the country to
somewhere with less people, just for peace of mind.The house itself was
big and somewhat old, but otherwise very welcoming. The agent who
introduced me to the house had been required to mention that a serial
killer had lived here in the past, which was why the house was so cheap.
However, he, and later, my next door neighbor Sarah, both told me to
pay the thought no mind. Four other owners had lived in the house since
then, and all of them were very happy with it.I loved the house. Its
interior furnishings were beautiful and very comfortable. The people of
Winthrop were friendly, often bringing over freshly baked pastries or
inviting me over for dinner. "Get-togethers," they said, "were the key
to making sure everyone who lived in Winthrop loved it there."Yet after a
week, I stopped "loving it." The feeling of someone watching returned,
worse than before. I tried to ignore it, but soon I started losing
sleep. Giant bags grew under my eyes and I began yawning almost as much
as I breathed. Sarah was kind enough to let me stay in her house for a
few nights.It was during this time that I heard the legend of Forrest
Carter, the serial killer who had lived in my house. While no one knows
his exact kill count, Carter, also known as the Winthrop Peacock, was a
man with extremely severe case of narcissism. Legends say that he
couldn't fall asleep if he didn't feel like he was being watched. He was
finally arrested for putting up a scarecrow to watch him during the
night. Only it wasn't a scarecrow. Carter had murdered a 17 year old
girl, just so her corpse could stare at him.The story gave me shivers,
and after I went home, I felt like there were hundreds of pairs of eyes
just watching me no matter how I turned.Today, however, was the first
day that I acted out. I was cooking breakfast, when I felt the eyes.
Instinctively, out of fear, I threw my kitchen knife, which lodged
itself into the wall. As I pulled it out, I found myself staring at a
pair of eyes, pickling in formaldehyde.I've been watching the police
peel away the drywall of my house for hours now. So far, they've found
142 pairs of eyes in little glass jars. The scariest thing is, each and
every one was staring at me.



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Stoppin'
by with a little tale to close out the day...Have a wonderful evening
on your end dear friend...



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10/18/2018 08:11:45



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