When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
Enjoy the great outdoors,
Make deer friends,
Know when to hoof it,…
The poinsettia is native to Mexico, Central and South America, where it is known as Flor de la Noche Buena or “Flower of the Holy Night”. An ornamental shrub, it is believed to have been used as a Christmas decoration as early as the 17th century
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!
There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,
The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run,
The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light, Above the drifted snow.
‘Tis better to have tried in vain, Sincerely striving for a goal, Than to have lived upon the plain
An idle and a timid soul.
“Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.” “Our only limitations are those we set up in our own minds”
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods,
Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings
From its deep heart high dreams and mystic moods,
IF this little world to-night
Suddenly should fall through space
In a hissing, headlong flight,
An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard; I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.
Medicine is not only a science; it is also an art. It does not consist of compounding pills and plasters; it deals with the very processes of life, which must be understood before they may be guided.
A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air;
Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows;
The great deep thrills, for through it everywhere
The breath of Beauty blows.
Today , many of us enjoy sending and receiving cards during the Christmas Holidays. It’s a beautiful and heartwarming aspect of the Holiday season,
Eat plenty of fiber,
I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia’s red, blood-red in warm December.
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
“Phobos” is the personification of fear in Greek Mythology.
Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain.
Fido (1941 – June 9, 1958) was an Italian dog that came to public attention in 1943 because of his demonstration of unwavering loyalty
Love lives in sleep:
‘Tis happiness of healthy dreams: Eve’s dews may weep, But love delightful seems.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the air, and the sky seemed to kiss me on my forehead. My mind started up like the morning out of mist.
Find your path,
Start from the ground up,
Stretch your limbs, …
One day a man was walking by the water and he decided to sit and relax for a while. He then observed a fisherman who was fishing and catching one fish after the other. The fisherman seemed to be so lucky!
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
The EGO is the image we have of ourselves, body-mind self, our social mask, the face we put on for the world.
“Learn how to see. Realize that everything connects to everything else.”
Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear, In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the
My dog taught me everything I need to know…
And don’t try to convince me that…
Spend time in the woods,
Remember your good points,
Have a gentle spirit,
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight, or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
“I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights, the friendly
shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth
Live with joy,
Bring beauty to the world,
Create a colorful life,
Open to love
A mighty wind blew night and day, It stole the oak tree’s leaves away,
Many moons ago, two brothers lived with their father in a small house in Korea.
The stronger this truth comes home to me—
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love,
A love so limitless, deep, and broad,
A Thief found his way into an apiary when the Bee-keeper was away, and stole all the honey.
Let your good ideas mushroom
A balm to bathe the wounded heart
Where sorrow’s hand hath lain, The link divine from soul to soul That makes us one in pain,
This is the hedgehog’s dilemma. Often called the porcupine problem, it’s a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy.
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight We rarely offer praises.
One day two monks were walking by the river. While doing so, one of them noticed a scorpion struggling in the water.
I dwell with thee: though thou art far removed,
Yet art thou near.
More fair they are than any star,
Thy topaz eyes divine —
There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.
Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all . The wide and gracious range of speech
Two more so tenderly complete:
Your scent is in the room.
Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me!
Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume,
Heavy with dew before the dawn of day!
I envy every flower that blows, Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And every breeze that brings to her, The fragrance of the rose.