Autumn..

Autumn Fairy, available at Terra Maga

Falling leaves slowly drifting
The wind comes along and then it goes swifting
Conkers crashing on the ground
Making a lovely crispy sound
Brown leaves spiraling together
Gentle breezes in the wood
Evergreen trees staying green which is very, very good.

"An Autumn Poem " by Catherine "Cat"

Keep the fire burning...

Burning Logs, originally uploaded by Ursina Calouri

To keep the fire burning brightly theres 1 easy rule:
Keep the two logs together,
near enough to keep each other warm
and far enough apart about a fingers breadth-for breathing room.
Good fire, good marriage, same rule.

~Marnie Reed Crowell~
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A Bag of Nails...

Bag of Nails, originally uploaded by mao zhou

Once upon a time there was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. But gradually, the number of daily nails dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the first day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He proudly told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it won't matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound is still there."

Empty Box...

Hold my hand Daddy, originally uploaded by naya girl

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arm around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In her Mother's Love...

IMG_0728, originally uploaded by jembitz
OUZIZBOO#21, End Times, Jenny Greenberg Studio: The Manipulator

"Do you like my dress?" she asked of a passing stranger..
"My mommy made it just for me."She said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?"

With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered.
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away."

"Well, now," said the lady,
"with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right back."

"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears,
"my Daddy said that she's up in heaven now with Grandfather."

Finally the woman realized what the child meant,
and why she was crying.
Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms
and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.

Then suddenly the little girl did something
that the woman thought was a bit strange.
She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.

She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper.
It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard,
almost like the song of a very small bird.

After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady,
"My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away,
and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying
and it would make me stop."
"See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!"

As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve,
"Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?"

Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said,
"Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here,"
pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here,"
"Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress
so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry."

Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress,
no, she was looking at a Mother...
Who knew that she was going away
and would not be there to kiss away the hurts
that she knew her daughter would get.

So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl
and put them into this dress, that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress.
She saw a child wrapped... in her Mother's love.

~the dress, winters child~

Can't long be hidden...

Three things..., originally uploaded by detta

Three things cannot long be hidden
the sun,
the moon,
and the truth...

~Buddha

Step of Faith...

Step of Faith, originally uploaded by inhisimage

Faith is taking the first step even when you can't see where you are going.

-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Your world for a moment...

My World for a Moment, originally uploaded by Flowers4zoe
Photo taken by Sean Montreal
Canberra, Australia

When you take a flower in your hand
and really look at it,
it's your world for the moment.
I want to give that world to someone else.
Most people in the city rush around so,
they have no time to look at a flower.
I want them to see it .

-Georgia O keefe

...Only then...

The Ocean, originally uploaded by mifuui

I dropped a tear in the ocean.
The day you find it is the day
I will stop loving you...
Only then.

- Author Unknown

Like a Queen...

Building Sand Castle, originally uploaded by Flowers4zoe,
Photo taken by Sean Montreal
Canberra, Australia

I dug in the sand and I carefully made
A big sand castle with my pail and spade.
I felt like a queen in a golden crown
Until the blue sea washed my sand castle down.
So I dug again in that sandy shore
Until I had a bigger castle
and was queen once more!

-Author Unknown