“Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.”
― Arthur Rubinstein
“Sometimes angels sing to you in the wind. All you have to do is listen.” – Anonymous
If the mountain seems too big today then climb a hill instead. If the morning brings you sadness it's ok to stay in bed. If the day ahead weighs heavy and your plans feel like a curse, there's no shame in rearranging, don't make yourself feel worse. If the shower stings like needles and a bath feels like you'll drown, and you haven't washed your hair for days don't throw away your crown. A day is not a lifetime a rest is not defeat. Don't think of it as failure just a quiet, kind retreat. It's ok to take a moment from an anxious, fractured mind the world will not stop turning while you get realigned. The mountain will still be there when you want to try again. You can climb it in your own time, just love yourself till then.Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows..
Have a Beautiful Weekend ..Beautiful Soul...Love and Blessings
1. Treat the Earth and all that dwell therein with respect 2. Remain close to the Great Spirit 3. Show great respect for your fellow beings 4. Work together for the benefit of all Mankind 5. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed 6. Do what you know to be right 7. Look after the well-being of Mind and Body 8. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater Good 9. Be truthful and honest at all times 10. Take full responsibility for your actions
“Wherever forests have not been mowed down, wherever the animal is recessed in their quiet protection, wherever the earth is not bereft of four-footed life – that to the white man is an ‘unbroken wilderness.’
But for us there was no wilderness, nature was not dangerous but hospitable, not forbidding but friendly. Our faith sought the harmony of man with his surroundings; the other sought the dominance of surroundings.
All life is a circle. The atom is a circle, orbits are circles, the earth, moon, and sun are circles. The seasons are circles. The cycle of life is a circle: baby, youth, adult, elder. The sun gives life to the earth who feeds life to the trees whose seeds fall to the earth to grow new trees. We need to practice seeing the cycles that the Great Spirit gave us because this will help us more in our understanding of how things operate. We need to respect these cycles and live in harmony with them.”
― Rolling Thunder
For us, the world was full of beauty; for the other, it was a place to be endured until he went to another world.
“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.
"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.
"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"
Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.
When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.
Somebody's Mother
The woman was old and ragged and gray, And bent with the chill of a winter's day; The streets were white with a recent snow, And the woman's feet with age were slow.
At the crowded crossing she waited long, Jostled aside by the careless throng Of human beings who passed her by, Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,' Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep; Past the woman, so old and gray, Hastened the children on their way.
None offered a helping hand to her, So weak and timid, afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet Should trample her down in the slippery street.
At last came out a merry troop The gayest boy of all the group; He paused beside her and whispered low, 'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'
Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so without hurt or harm he guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were young and strong; Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content.
'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged, and poor and slow; And some one, some time, may lend a hand To help my mother- you understand?- If ever she's old and poor and gray, And her own dear boy so far away.'
'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy, Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.
~ Mary Dow Brine
In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.
On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.