Mommy, why do people stare at me?

Because you are the chosen one.

Mommy, why do strange sounds utter from my mouth?

Because you still singing the sweet music of the angels.

Mommy, why don't my legs let me walk or my hands hold a cup?

Because your body is a temple that God is still building.

Mommy, does God still love me the way I am?

Yes, my son, how could he not, when you are his Perfect Child.

JM

We are made from the same cloth

woven together by a silver thread.

Our spirits have laughed and cried many lifetimes together.

In this life we are sisters.

Tears of joy, tears of sadness

bond the special moments of our lives

We stood strong

sharing dreams and secrets as others

flowed through our lives leaving their footprints on our hearts.

As the years passed, dreams became realities.

What sweet songs sprang forth from your heart,

as I took the pen to make these precious moments last forever.

Oh, what a beautiful thing.
I didn’t know how blessed I was until I woke hearing the birds chirp,
Seeing the sun rising and smelling the lilies blooming.
Oh, what a beautiful thing
I didn’t know how blessed I was until I felt the warm heart beats of the
Ones I love and walked in the shoes of my neighbors and friends.
Oh, what a beautiful thing.
I didn’t know how blessed I was until I stretched my mind
To see beyond the ordinary and reach out for the unattainable.
Oh, what a beautiful thing,
I didn’t know how blessed I was until I released the shuckles
That bound my mind that kept my body in bondage.
Oh, what a beautiful thing----Life

Creed

My Spirit is my life force.
I honor it by breathing in the
Vital energy of the universe.

My body is my temple of energy.
I honor it by giving it only
Those things that
For its highest good.

My mind is my receiver and transmitter
I honor it by thinking only those
Thoughts that keep an open line
Of communication with God.

My soul is my bluepring
I honor it by only visualizing
Those images that I desire to manifest
I honor all of me.

What Excites My Soul

Angels
candles
crystals
High Priestess
Or Hierophant
Either one will
Excite my soul

Meditation
Prayer
Dreams
Visions
And a message
From above
Excites my soul

Massage
Reiki
Sizzling bath
Tantric sex
Acupressure
Relieve my nerves
And excite my soul

Books
Tapes
Mantra
Chants
Poetry
Stimulate my mind
And excites my soul

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own!
But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

Anonymous

When the world seems to be blowing apart. . .
while I'm outside in a crowd, on the bus, riding in the car from one place
to another, watching the aggravation and discourtesy and plain meanness
of folks, I put the key into our front door, open it and
there is pure and simple beauty and peace. It's as if this old house, that
has been the epicenter of our lives, has warm arms that embrace with
goodness, kindness, love - and I am, at last, home!
I sit in the rocker facing the door and marvel at the comfort and pleasures
of this house and all of the pitter-patters, the laughter, the tears, happiness
and joys, the memories it holds and I am whole again.
I believe loving, growing, guiding and teaching goes on as long as we all
live. . .and beyond. It's impossible to tell you how absolutely miraculous
it is to have you to love, to grow with, to teach (as you, still, teach us) and
to guide you (you oftentimes guide us). Jackie Gleason said it succinctly,
"how sweet it is!"
We have been privileged to see, firsthand, the amazing power of the hu-
man spirit as we've watched you struggle desperately to live good lives
and to be successful in your diverse careers. What a wonder!
I want to thank you for choosing us as yur parents (it, indeed, I believe,
was your choce) and know that we did our very best, enjoying the many
moments we shared together in this old house filled with Memories.
Love, Ma

Ruth Owens


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