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Faith's Relaxation ZoneIn Every Darkness , There Is Light....We Just Have To Look For It.
Life..
Life Is Like A Butterfly
I saw a beautiful butterfly in flight And how it enlighted my life. For one bright, fleeting instant, I forgot about my problems and strife. I thought how frigile this butterfly - The same is true of life Which comes and goes so quickly when we become entangled in worldly strife. ...Unknown Guest BookPlease sign my guest book so I'll know you stopped by for a visit. Great Aunt HannahGrandma Hannah
The crisp autumn leaves crunched beneath my feet as I made my way up the long narrow driveway. Up ahead blue-grey smoke from the old pot-bellied stove swirled from the red brick chimney stack. A musty smell of woodsmoke lingered heavily in the air. All around the ground resembled a magnificent carpet of bright reds, golden yellows and warm oranges. A gentle breeze sent a new barch of leaves cascading down to join the sea of color. Pulling my collar up against the biting cold of November, I hurried on.
Approaching the house, I was overcome by a sense of sadness as I saw how the years of extreme heat and blistering cold had taken it's toll. The house was showing it's age, paint was beginning to peel and one of the bedroom shutters hung precariously by the lone screw holding it in place.
Grandma Hannah welcomed me as always with open arms. The soft silky warmth of het skin felt luxurious next to my cold cheeks. The apron she wore over her sunday besr dress was stained and rumpled where she had obviously used it it wipe her hands while baking.
The livingroom was as hodge-podge as ever. Brightly colored throw rugs decorated the hardwood floor. There was no way of knowing if they had been methodically placed or just thrown down any old way. A big green overstuffed chair with threadbare arms and a slight lean to the right monopolized the room. Closing my eyes I could picture big Bill as we called him sitting there. His hair slightly disarrayed, suspenders stretched tightly over his rounded beer belly and last but not least the ever present pipe clenched between his teeth. Though Big Bill had died several months ago the stale smell of tabacco lingered on.
Entering the kitchen I was welcomed by the warmth of the pot-bellied stove. A collection of teacups and saucers decoratively displayed in a large china hutch brightened the otherwise dreary room. Under the large picture window stood a big ceramic sink, cracks and stains giving away it's age. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but remember the warm recollections of the times I had stood there drying the dishes and spilling my heart to my much loved and trusted Grandma. Next to the stove a cardboard box housed the latest batch of kittens to be born. Contentedly they nursed away, their little paws gently kneading the Momma cats chest as droplets of milk smudged their adorable little faces.
Continuing my journey I went into Grandma Hannah's bedroom. This had always been my favorite room in the whole house. A huge mahogany four poster bed stood squarely against the back wall. A patchwork quilt laying across the bottom of the bed flaunted most every color you could imagine. A pair of wire rimmed reading glasses lay lens down on the nightstand. Next to them an open bible, the pages yellowed and wrinkled from age and much use. A free standing wardrobe with an etched mirrored fron stood elegantly in the corner. The door slightly ajar I could see several of Big Bills sweaters still hanging up as if waiting for him to return and clain them. For a moment I could almost feel his presence.
As I made my way back to the kitchen, I thought of all the good things in my life, and reminded myself to treasure the people like Grandma Hannah and Big Bill who always made it a priority in their lives to make me feel safe, loved and secure.
As I opened the kitchen door I saw Grandma Hannah cooing over the kittens in that wonderful way of hers, I smiled and crossed the gap between us. Grandma I said, " I love you so much"
Written By Faith May 23 Butterfly GirlBeauty
Beauty
Beauty what is it?
Is it the look of a person
or what you feel inside?
What is it that makes us beautiful?
The way we walk, the way we talk,
or the way we think of each other
Can beauty just be a thought of only one person?
Or can beauty be the thought of a myriad of people?
Beauty should not be judged
If one person can find another beautiful
Then we all are beautiful
Therefore, beauty is everything around us
And what we feel inside
So if you doubt yourself as being beautiful
Remember its not what one person says
but what you feel inside
...By Monique Tucker May 22 ChildhoodChildhood Laughter, Fun, my childhood memories gone Forgotten in time, forgotten in song Smiles and games turned to tears As i fight my demons, i fight my fears Melting time, my life fades away I beg for you to please turn and stay Laughter, Fun, my childhood memories gone Forgotten in time, forgotten in song. By Nicola Burkett May 17 Random ThoughtsNever Raise your hands to your kids..... It leaves your groin unprotected.
I always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific.
If at first you don't succeed; Skydiving's not for you.
Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
Psychiatrists say that 1 out of 4 people are mentally ill. Check 3 friends. If they're ok, you're it.
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