The Toddler’s Craft 
by Tammy

With this flawed language I struggle to tell You that I love You…

I clumsily search for the right order and selection of letters that I can string together, weaving a silly toddler’s craft…a homemade beaded necklace that I mean to be diamonds and gold, hopelessly turning my emotion into verbs and nouns that will never adequately convey the message my heart wants You to understand.

How could I possibly share the true depth and spirit of my love for You with mere words?

And yet…

and yet…

When I drift off to sleep, my body and mind releasing control…submitting to the gulf of unconsciousness,

my last vision is You.

As I slowly return to the awareness of this dimension,

You are my first lucid thought.

I awake, and discover that despite the abyss,

You have stood steadfast by me through the night, occupying my dreams.

When sadness or strife creeps in...

it is You I crave.

Your comfort. It is the deep cadence of Your voice that I need to soothe my soul…

Your arms I want to rock away my grief.

When I am struck by something beautiful, something beyond me that renders me speechless,

I reach for You to join me in awe.

The pointless randomness of life is no longer pointless or random.

You are the reason for everything.

You. It has always been You.

Forever it will be You.

You are the fabric of my being.

The song of my soul.

You are somehow, impossibly, the matter of my cells…

You are my heart.

How I lived without You will remain my personal unanswered mystery…

How will I overcome my utter disbelief that I could be so lucky to be loved by You, found by You? This will forever be my grand challenge.

That I will never breathe again without inhaling the pure bliss with which You surround me will be my eternal gift from You.

You. My essence. The nature of my being.

Imagine that...

So here I am at my most hungry
And here I am at my most full....
Here I am waving a red cape
locking eyes with a bull
~Ani Difranco

Super Selfie - Too Legit to Quit

Oh my...awe and laughter! Love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02gwWZVH1fw

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Soundtrack

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Anyway Poem ~ Mother Teresa

John Wesley

Shel Silverstein

‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. " -G. K. Chesterton

Roald Dahl

Brett Dennen - Ain't No Reason (Official Single Video)

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." ~Marianne Williamson