Who Makes You Happy?

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What is Your Design?

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.

 ~ Danny Kaye

Life

Happy New Year’s Everyone!

“Life goes by so very fast, my dears, and taking the time to reflect, even once a year, slows things down. We zoom past so many seconds, minutes, hours, killing them with the frantic way we live that it’s important we take at least this one collective sigh and stop, take stock, and acknowledge our place in time before diving back into the melee. Midnight on New Year’s Eve is a unique kind of magic where, just for a moment, the past and the future exist at once in the present. Whether we’re aware of it or not, as we countdown together to it, we’re sharing the burden of our history and committing to the promise of tomorrow.” ~ Hillary DePiano

Mixed Signals

Highs and the lows
Ups and the downs.
Feels like fate’s spinning us round and around.
Back and then forth
Good mixed with bad.
Nothings the same, till it feels like we’re mad.
Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Loving’ and Cryin’.
Forcing each win.
Demanding our share.
World dragging us down, we get up on a dare.
Not Looking Back
Not Giving Ground
Living the dream, eking every last pound.
Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Lovin’ and Cryin’.

Wanting and Being Wanted

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

**Robert Frost

“Wake from death and return to life”

起死回生

~ Japanese Proverb

“In the worst of a desperate moment, you can rise up suddenly again.”

When Possibilities Surround You

“It’s in the morning, for most of us. It’s that time, those few seconds when we’re coming out of sleep but we’re not really awake yet. For those few seconds we’re something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then…and then — ah — we open our eyes and the day is before us and … we become ourselves.”

** Jerry Spinelli