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05/20/2019 03:11:52

Hi Babes Smile!!!Home Again For A Few Days Very Excited By The Fact That I,ve Got My First Flying Lesson Tomorrow Really Looking Forward To That Had A Good Week No Stress This Time So All Is Well ...Thanx For Your Comments Suprises In Every One Of Them Luv Getting Them Keeps Me Closer To Reality And Good Friends From All Over The World Nice Feeling INNIT SMILE!!!Ok Sweetzzz Heading To The Gym For A Couple Of Hours Then Home To Catch Up On Some Gardening See You Tomorrow Take Care And Be Happy...



05/19/2019 22:43:43

05/19/2019 21:49:42


05/19/2019 19:04:33


We've had so much rain!

Maybe you could stop over and we could light a fire in the fireplace and we could have a nice evening together...

I'd like that!


Love always, Annette, "That's All!"

4-30-1929 - Diva Records 2910-G

Annette Hanshaw - I Get The Blues When It Rains - 1929




It was raining, Dear, when I met you
You smiled, the sun shone through
Then it rained again and I lost you
Just why I never knew
Now every time the storm clouds gather way up in the sky
I see them all and I recall those happy days gone by

I get the blues when it rains
The blues I can't lose when it rains
Each little drop that falls on my window pane
Always reminds me of the tears I've shed in vain
I sit and wait for the sun
To shine down on me once again
It rained when I found you and it rained when I lost you
That's why I'm so blue when it rains

I get the blues when it rains
I lose my rouge when it rains
Each little drop puts a shine right on my nose
Each taxi cab splashes mud on my silk hose
No where to go in the rain
And card playing gives me a pain
I haven't got a fella, not even an umbrella
Oh, I get the blues when it rains! "That's All!"

05/19/2019 13:49:36

hola que tal te fue tu dia espero que lo as pasado bien yo te deseo un buen comienzo de semana ideal y feliz con mucho cariƱo y amistad de maria besitos cuidate

05/19/2019 13:14:01



Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people want it. - Crow

"You already possess everything necessary to become great."

-- Native American Crow Proverb

“Not cry. Fly.
“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”
How do you know? Have you ever tried?
The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.
I’m trying, the crow replied…
The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.
“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.
Maybe you do too.
Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.
There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…
Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.
Teaching you how to fly.
“I can’t fly!”
You’re flying right now.
“I’m falling!”
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.” 
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones


How the Crow came to be black!

A Brule Sioux Legend.

In days long past, when the earth and the people on it were still young, all crows were white as snow. In those ancient times the people had neither horses nor firearms nor weapons of iron. Yet they depended upon the buffalo hunt to give them enough food to survive. 
Hunting the big buffalo on foot with stone-tipped weapons was hard, uncertain, and dangerous. The crows made things even more difficult for the hunters, because they were friends of the buffalo. Soaring high above the prairie, they could see everything that was going on. Whenever they spied hunters approaching a buffalo herd, they flew to their friends and, perching between their horns, warned them: "Caw, caw, caw, cousins, hunters are coming. They are creeping up through that gully over there. They are coming up behind that hill. Watch out! Caw, caw, caw!" Hearing this, the buffalo would stampede, and the people starved. 
The people held a council to decide what to do. Now, among the crows was a huge one, twice as big as all the others. This crow was their leader. One wise old chief got up and made this suggestion: "We must capture the big white crow," he said, "and teach him a lesson. It's either that or go hungry." 
He brought out a large buffalo skin, with the head and horns still attached. He put it on the back of a young brave, saying: "Nephew, sneak among the buffalo. They will think you are one of them, and you can capture the big white crow." 
Disguised as a buffalo, the young man crept among the herd as if he were grazing. The big, shaggy beasts paid him no attention. 
Then the hunters marched out from their camp after him, their bows at the ready. As they approached the herd, the crows came flying, as usual, warning the buffalo: "Caw, caw, caw, cousins, the hunters are coming to kill you. Watch out for their arrows. Caw, caw, caw!" and as usual, all the buffalo stampeded off and away - all, that is, except the young hunter in disguise under his shaggy skin, who pretended to go on grazing as before. 
Then the big white crow came gliding down, perched on the hunter's shoulders, and flapping his wings, said: "Caw, caw, caw, brother, are you deaf? The hunters are close by, just over the hill. Save yourself!" 
But the young brave reached out from under the buffalo skin and grabbed the crow by the legs. 
With a rawhide string he tied the big bird's feet and fastened the other end to a stone. No matter how the crow struggled, he could not escape. 
Again the people sat in council. "What shall we do with this big, bad crow, who has made us go hungry again and again?" 
"I'll burn him up!" answered one angry hunter, and before anybody could stop him, he yanked the crow from the hands of his captor and thrust it into the council fire, string, stone and all. "This will teach you," he said. 
Of course, the string that held the stone burned through almost at once, and the big crow managed to fly out of the fire. But he was badly singed, and some of his feathers were charred. Though he was still big, he was no longer white. 
"Caw, caw, caw," he cried, flying away as quickly as he could, "I'll never do it again; I'll stop warning the buffalo, and so will the Crow nation. I promise! Caw, caw, caw." 
Thus the crow escaped. But ever since, all crows have been black. 
- Told by Good White Buffalo at Winner, Rosebud Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1964.

Sending you many great spirit blessings beautiful soul... Enjoy your day and stay safe...Walk in beauty... With honor and respect and love always...Blessings......(Carol Anne)...



I hope you dance!..

05/19/2019 09:34:23

good morning..make it a awesome day :) 



05/19/2019 07:44:43

The below lyrics are from a song by Kacey Musgrave called Rainbow


It starts off with: 

When it rains it pours
But you didn't even notice
It ain't rainin' anymore,
It's hard to breathe when all we know is
The struggle of staying above, 
The rising water line.

How many of us have gone through a tough situation and are still living our lives as though we’re still in it? Still having trouble sleeping or looking forward to the day ahead. Forgetting that we made it through the tough times. 

I have a tendency to make it through one tough stretch and look ahead for the next one—even though it probably won’t ever arrive—instead of appreciating where I am now. 

Then the song moves on to:

You hold tight to your umbrella
Well darlin, I’m just tryin’ to tell ya
That there’s always been a rainbow,
Hangin’ over your head.
If you could see what I see
You’d be blinded by the colors
Yellow, red, and orange and green 
And at least a million others
So tie up your boat, 
Take off your coat,
and take a look around.

It always seems so much easier to see the bright side of a situation when you’re not in the middle of it. My wife and I know that Dane will be fine in the future, because we’ve already gone through those teenage years. 

Even though your friends and family members can sometimes see the rainbow beyond your struggles, it can be tough to see what they see when you’re going through it yourself, or have in the past. 

Kristina has told me so many times when I’m worrying about things happening at Hay House, “I don’t know why you’re so worried. These things always work out fine for you.” 

It’s taken 30 years, but now when she says that, I’m starting to believe her. She’s right! They always do work out, and things move ahead and become better than they were before. 

I hope you remember that you have a rainbow over your head, showing you that you’ve made it through the storm. It just can take a while to see it. 
The moment I have realized God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him – that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free.Have a Blessed Sunday.Angel Blessings and Love.Carol Anne
There are choirs singing in your head.
If you listen, you will hear the music.
It is the song of angels.
Pay no attention to the sounds of the world.
They are just noises, and even when
added up all together
they have no value, make no sense.
Strain to hear the song of angels.
Listen to the melody within your soul.
- Neale Donald Walsch

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