To the Love of my Life: “Happy Birthday” My heart is full of gratitude, Love expands with each heart beat, Every moment, everything, Fills my life with beatitude! You are my Love, my shining Star, My grounding rock, the refreshing rivers through my veins, The Sun that fills my life with Light! …
‘I’m never going to get married’
‘My animals are all I need’
The young girl would often say
To whoever would take heed
When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
The flowers were introduced to Ocracoke in the early days of the twentieth century by a gentleman from Washington, North Carolina who was just as colorful as the gaillardia, Joseph Nash Bell, Jr.
“as pretty a tree-myth and as satisfying an explanation of the Kowhai’s freakish flowering habit as any lover of fairy tales and any poetic soul could wish.”
A poem written by Suleiman the Magnificent to Hurrem Sultan, (the slave who became his wife and sultan of the Ottoman Empire)
Love is the Earth’s whisper
after the stars fade
and the winds of dawn blow the birth of the day…
Ohi’a and Lehua loved each other from the moment they first saw each other at a village dance.
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station
“Is not how much we give but how much love we put into giving” Mother Teresa