Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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True Words of Wisdom . . .

Copyright 1979 by Cooper Edens

If tomorrow morning the sky falls… have clouds for breakfast.
If night falls, use the stars for street lights. If the moon gets stuck in a tree, cover the hole in the sky with a strawberry. If you have butterflies in your stomach… ask them into your heart.

If your heart catches in your throat… ask a bird how she sings.
If the birds forget their songs, listen to a pebble instead. If you lose a memory, embroider a new one to take its place. If you lose the key, throw away the house. If the clock stops… use your own hands to tell time.

If the light goes out, wear it around your neck and go dancing. If the bus doesn’t come… catch a fast cloud. If it’s the last dance, dance backwards. If you find your socks don’t match, stand in a flowerbed. If your shoes don’t fit, give them to the fish in the pond. If your horse needs shoes… let him use his wings.

If the sun never shines again… hold fireflies in your hands to keep warm. If you’re afraid of the dark… remember the night rainbow. If there is no happy ending… make one out of cookie dough.


My Son Sam – It’s Wonderful When Boys can Be Boys

I read the following poem on Sue Ann Edward’s, Always Embraces Always blog a few days ago, and I feel compelled to share it as well.  I hope it enlightens you as it has me.

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But can make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by the waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise:

If you can dream – and not make the dream your master
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!