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09/13/2020 11:21:34

Good Morning Beautiful Soul..May the Great Spirit Love and Protect You!Happy Trails...MESSAGE FROM MOTHER NATURE

Do not sleep too long, you will have no time for work
Do not work too much, you will have no time for play
Do not speak too much, you will have no time to listen
Do not think too much, you will have no time for action
Do not worry too much, you will have no room for faith.

 Advice from a wise old Indian....


09/13/2020 09:59:58



09/13/2020 06:16:02

09/13/2020 03:38:49

Hello my dear friend,

 I hope you are well!  I wish you a pleasant Sunday and a beautiful week to come ...   Autumn is coming and its beautiful colors xoxo

09/12/2020 19:06:33

The Best Language For Communication

Silence is the best language for communication. It helps us understand and realize the eternal truths about the self, God and the world.

In silence we are able to comprehend and express sincerely and powerfully the true values of the soul such as peace, love and joy.Silence is not the absence of thoughts but it is a state in which the mind is engaged in pure elevated thoughts that nuture these values within.

The power of silence develops all mental and spiritual powers that are needed to tackle various situations successfully.

Don't wait for tomorrow to do what you can do today. Take action right now on the things that you need to do that will move you closer to massive achievement. Look for results daily ~ not reasons or excuses for not doing what you know to do. Be actively engaged in creating a future for yourself that is significantly different than the present one.
Leap over procrastination, step away from excuses, and run full steam ahead. You have things to do, places to go, and people to meet who can take your life to another level. Now's the time to make it happen! Be passionate in pursuing the path towards your dream. You have GREATNESS within you!~Les Brown

"It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get back up."
~Vince Lombardi

Your Inspiration For Today!
Happy are those who dream dreams and are willing to pay the price to make them come true. Action is the key to a satisfied day, week, month or life.
Have a peaceful night  .... Stay safe... Light and Love....Blessings...Carol Anne...

Good Night My Friend ...

09/12/2020 16:45:46



09/12/2020 14:30:21

Good weekend
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09/12/2020 10:34:37

  • After the towers dropped and burned, this cross is what was left standing. Please hit AMEN for lives lost, lives affected, and that we may never forget the tragedy of what transpired 9/11/01.

    ON THAT DAY...

    American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower of the WTC at 8:46AM.

    United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into the South Tower of the WTC at 9:02 am.

    American Airlines Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon at 9:37am.

    United Airlines Flight 93 crashed in a field outside of Shanksville, Pennsylvania at 10:03am as unarmed passengers attempted to regain control of the aircraft from the hijackers.

    There were 2,749 victims of the WTC attacks including the occupants of the hijacked airplanes.

    There were 184 victims of the Pentagon attack including the occupants of the hijacked aircraft.

    There were 40 victims of the crash of United Airlines Flight 93 in Pennsylvania.


    Whenever you see a natural forming arch in Nature, know that you are entering a sacred place...you are entering the realm of an Elemental or fairies or Nature Spirit...

    ALWAYS bring your hands together...raise them to your Third Eye...bow your head...and say "there is a Blessing on Those Who Serve'.

    If you come back through the same arch, do this again.

    You will always be given a gift form the realm....rock, feather, flower, leaf, vision, sign, message...keep it safe...






09/12/2020 10:02:05

Mornin', from New England.
Come back later, for a Seafood Boil

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~ Campfire Breakfast ~

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Cheddar Bay Biscuits

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Cinnamon Coffeecake

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Saved a place for you at my table.
Enjoy a Happy Birthday Weekend

09/12/2020 08:14:19

Good afternoon have a super Saturday

luv and hugs xxx

09/12/2020 03:16:46

09/11/2020 19:37:28

The Touchstone

When the great library of Alexandria burned, the story goes, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book; and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers.

The book wasn't very interesting, but between its pages there was something very interesting indeed. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the Touchstone!

The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold. The writing explained that it was lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles that looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: The real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold.

So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing pebbles.

He knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebble hundreds of times. So, when he felt one that was cold, he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this but none of them was the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way. Pick up a pebble. Cold - throw it into the sea. Pick up another. Throw it into the sea.

The days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months. One day, however, about mid-afternoon, he picked up a pebble and it was warm. He threw it into the sea before he realized what he had done. He had formed such a strong habit of throwing each pebble into the sea that when the one he wanted came along he still threw it away.

So it is with opportunity.

Unless we are vigilant, it's easy to fail to recognize an opportunity when it is in hand and it's just as easy to throw it away.

Author Unknown

09/11/2020 14:10:04

I Miss New York City:(

Nothing In The World Like It Baby!

Have A Nice Weekend :)

Peace and Love Around

The Globe

☮ ✌

09/11/2020 12:33:31

09/11/2020 10:34:31

Dame Enid Diana Elizabeth Rigg DBE (20 July 1938 – 10 September 2020) R.I.P.



09/11/2020 10:27:21

09/11/2020 05:26:48

09/10/2020 22:28:55

“Not every person knows how to love a dog,

but every dog knows how to love a person.”

~ Unknown ~

09/10/2020 19:21:25

Then you still have hope

If you can look at the sunset and smile, and find beauty in the colours of a small flower, then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, and if the smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people, and if the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder, and if the soft fur of a favoured pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips, then you still have hope.

If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, and if you give people the benefit of the doubt, then you still have hope.

If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life, and if receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope.

If the suffering of others still fills you with pain and frustration, and if you refuse to let a friendship die, or accept that it must end, then you still have hope.

If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection, and if you still watch love stories or want the endings to be happy, then you still have hope.

If you can look to the past and smile, and when faced with the bad, when told everything is futile, you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase ... 'yes, but ....' Then you still have hope.

Hope is such a marvellous thing. It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides, but rarely does it break. It sustains us when nothing else can. It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.

Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage. Hope puts our feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it. Hope moves us to act when our souls are confused of the direction.

Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished and nurtured and something that will refresh us in return. It can be found in each of us and it can bring light into the darkest of places. So never lose hope.

Author Unknown

Good Evening...Light and Love Carol Anne.. 

09/10/2020 18:01:40




Have Fun and Take care!



09/10/2020 15:53:30




Have fun and be safe!



09/10/2020 12:15:11

Have a super day! Stay Safe... Happy  Trails

This Hiker Saved the Life of an Alaskan Timber Wolf—4 Years Later the Wolf Still Remembered Him


Deep in the Alaskan wilderness, a prospector comes to the rescue of an injured mother wolf and her pups, and a lasting connection is formed.

One spring morning many years ago, I had been prospecting for gold along Coho Creek on southeastern Alaska’s Kuprean of Island, and as I emerged from a forest of spruce and hemlock, I froze in my tracks. No more than 20 paces away in the bog was a huge Alaskan timber wolf—caught in one of Trapper George’s traps.

Old George had died the previous week of a heart attack, so the wolf was lucky I had happened along. Confused and frightened at my approach, the wolf backed away, straining at the trap chain. Then I noticed some­thing else: It was a female, and her teats were full of milk. Somewhere there was a den of hungry pups waiting for their mother.

From her appearance, I guessed that she had been trapped only a few days. That meant her pups were probably still alive, surely no more than a few miles away. But I suspected that if I tried to release the wolf, she would turn aggressive and try to tear me to pieces. Here are the proven skills to survive any emergency.

So I decided to search for her pups instead and began to look for incoming tracks that might lead me to her den. Fortunately, there were still a few remaining patches of snow. After several moments, I spotted paw marks on a trail sk

The tracks led a half ­mile through the forest, then up a rock­-strewn slope. I finally spotted the den at the base of an enormous spruce. There wasn’t a sound in­side. Wolf pups are shy and cautious, and I didn’t have much hope of luring them outside. But I had to try. So I began imitating the high­-pitched squeak of a mother wolf calling her young. No response. A few moments later, after I tried another call, four tiny pups appeared.

They couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. I extended my hands, and they tentatively suckled at my fingers. Perhaps hunger had helped overcome their natural fear. Then, one by one, I placed them in a burlap bag and headed back down the slope.

When the mother wolf spotted me, she stood erect. Possibly picking up the scent of her young, she let out a high­-pitched, plaintive whine. I released the pups, and they raced to her. Within seconds, they were slurping at her belly.

What next? I wondered. The mother wolf was clearly suffering. Yet each time I moved in her direction, a menacing growl rumbled in her throat. With her young to protect, she was becoming belligerent. She needs nourishment, I thought. I have to find her something to eat.

I hiked toward Coho Creek and spotted the leg of a dead deer sticking out of a snowbank. I cut off a hindquarter, then re­turned the remains to nature’s ice­box. Toting the venison haunch back to the wolf, I whispered in a soothing tone, “OK, Mother, your dinner is served. But only if you stop growling at me. C’mon, now. Easy.” I tossed chunks of venison in her direction. She sniffed them, then gobbled them up.

Cutting hemlock boughs, I fashioned a rough shelter for myself and was soon asleep nearby. At dawn, I was awakened by four fluffy bundles of fur sniffing at my face and hands. I glanced toward the agitated moth­er wolf. If I could only win her confidence, I thought. It was her only hope.

One snap of her huge jaws and she could break my arm ... or my neck.DRPNNCPPTAK/SHUTTERSTOCK

Over the next few days, I divided my time between prospecting and trying to win the wolf’s trust. I talked gently with her, threw her more venison, and played with the pups. Little by little, I kept edging closer—though I was careful to re­main beyond the length of her chain. The big animal never took her dark eyes off me. “Come on, Mother,” I pleaded. “You want to go back to your friends on the mountain. Relax.”

At dusk on the fifth day, I delivered her daily fare of venison. “Here’s dinner,” I said softly as I approached. “C’mon, girl. Nothing to be afraid of.” Suddenly, the pups came bounding to me. At least I had their trust. But I was beginning to lose hope of ever winning over the mother. Then I thought I saw a slight wagging of her tail. I moved within the length of her chain. She remained motionless. My heart in my mouth, I sat down eight feet from her. One snap of her huge jaws and she could break my arm … or my neck. I wrapped my blanket around myself and slowly settled onto the cold ground. It was a long time before I fell asleep.

I awoke at dawn, stirred by the sound of the pups nursing. Gently, I leaned over and petted them. The mother wolf stiffened. “Good morning, friends,” I said tentatively. Then I slowly placed my hand on the wolf’s injured leg. She flinched but made no threatening move. This can’t be happening, I thought. Yet it was.

I could see that the trap’s steel jaws had imprisoned only two toes. They were swollen and lacerated, but she wouldn’t lose the paw—if I could free her.

“OK,” I said. “Just a little longer and we’ll have you out of there.” I applied pressure, the trap sprang open, and the wolf pulled free.

Whimpering, she loped about, favoring the injured paw. My experience in the wild suggested that the wolf would now gather her pups and vanish into the woods. But cautiously, she crept toward me. The pups nipped playfully at their mother as she stopped at my elbow. Slowly, she sniffed my hands and arms. Then the wolf began licking my fingers. I was astonished. This went against everything I’d ever heard about timber wolves. Yet, strangely, it all seemed so natural.

After a while, with her pups scurrying around her, the mother wolf was ready to leave and began to limp off toward the forest. Then she turned back to me.

“You want me to come with you, girl?” I asked. Curious, I packed my gear and set off.

Following Coho Creek for a few miles, we ascended ­Kupreanof Mountain until we reached an al­pine meadow. There, lurking in the forested perimeter, was a wolf pack—I counted nine adults and, judging by their playful antics, four nearly full­-grown pups. After a few minutes of greeting, the pack broke into howling. It was an eerie sound, ranging from low wails to high-pitched yodeling.

At dark, I set up camp. By the light of my fire and a glistening moon, I could see furtive wolf shapes dodging in and out of the shadows, eyes shining. I had no fear. They were merely curious. So was I.

I awoke at first light. It was time to leave the wolf to her pack. She watched as I assembled my gear and started walking across the meadow.

Reaching the far side, I looked back. The mother and her pups were sitting where I had left them, watching me. I don’t know why, but I waved. At the same time, the mother wolf sent a long, mournful howl into the crisp air.

Four years later, after serving in World War II, I returned to Coho Creek. It was the fall of 1945. After the horrors of the war, it was good to be back among the soaring spruce and breathing the familiar, bracing air of the Alaskan bush. Then I saw, hanging in the red cedar where I had placed it four years before, the now­-rusted steel trap that had ensnared the mother wolf. The sight of it gave me a strange feeling, and something made me climb Kupreanof Mountain to the meadow where I had last seen her. There, standing on a lofty ledge, I gave out a long, low wolf call—­something I had done many times before.

An echo came back across the distance. Again I called. And again the echo reverberated, this time followed by a wolf call from a ridge about a half­ mile away.

I had no fear. The wolves were merely curious. So Was I. DRPNNCPPTAK/SHUTTERSTOCK

Then, far off, I saw a dark shape moving slowly in my direction. As it crossed the meadow, I could see it was a timber wolf. A chill spread through my whole body. I knew at once that familiar shape, even after four years. “Hello, old girl,” I called gently. The wolf edged closer, ears erect, body tense, and stopped a few yards off, her bushy tail wagging slightly.

Moments later, the wolf was gone. I left Kuprean of Island a short time after that, and I never saw the animal again. But the memory she left with me—vivid, haunting, a little eerie—will always be there, a reminder that there are things in nature that exist outside the laws and understanding of man.

With four tiny pups to feed, the mother wolf would need to stay nourished.

During that brief instant in time, this injured animal and I had some ­how penetrated each other’s worlds, bridging barriers that were never meant to be bridged. There is no explaining experiences like this. We can only accept them and—because they’re tinged with an air of mystery and strangeness— per­haps treasure them all the more.

09/10/2020 12:02:27



09/10/2020 08:06:03

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09/10/2020 04:12:01

Good morning have a fabulous Thursday 

luv and hugs xxx

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