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Say you wake up in the morning…
feeling so empty inside
I bet i got just what you’ve been looking for baby,
you need someone like me by your side…
i know you’ve been hurt before
but don’t be afraid to try love once more…
…cause without love by your side,
you’re only half alive,
because everybody needs love… everybody needs love…
Now I really don’t know who wrote those lyrics, but, ain’t that all we all really need for true happiness; but we do so many things to avoid being hurt. Aren’t we all afraid to try love once more. But, when I think about it, life is really about love. The sooner we realize it, the sooner we might began to truly live.
Allow love to saturate your being today, people. Don’t be afraid. You really don’t know what tomorrow brings…and yesterday is dead and gone. Cast aside all anger, resentment, heartaches, and fears. Living a moment in love is well worth the risk of tomorrow or the pain of the past; and actually the most happiest way I can really imagine ever living. Live for the love you have today. Don’t let anyone or anything deny you of your right to love. Don’t let time, people, or circumstance steal your joy!!! Give and accept love to the fullest of your very being starting this moment and every moment hereafter!!!!
Don’t wake up another morning, feeling so empty inside; especially when you truly have a choice. Just do it!!! Live your passion!!!
Peace, Light and Love, CordieB
I hadn’t planned on posting today, but after being inspired by Vanessa’s blog this morning – I feel compelled to share this video with all of you.
“That’s How I Know He’s Watching Me!”
Have a blessed Sunday!
Embracing Life’s Allness, Courtesy of Cordie B.
Who is this Spirit named Desire
That heats our soul like burning fire?
Her sisters are Passion and Inspire!
I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;
And with these three we learn to cope
When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.
What is this Spirit- deep and purple, red
That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed
That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead
I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind
That dulls reality; keeps us blind
of life’s true meaning for which we can not find
Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind
I am certain that Desire is real
I can’t see her; but I know I feel
Her presense in my every being
When I’m loving life and all its zeal
Once she almost vanished from my soul
I felt so empty; I felt so cold
I barely had the Desire to live
But she did not falter; in she would not give
And so Desire, she faught for me!
To grasp onto my reality and truely see
To Desire life enough to endure the pain
To Desire to love and inspire again
To Desire to help my fellow man
To Desire to hear the Robin sing
To Desire little things and the joy they bring . . .
To Desire to watch the children play
To Desire to see another day
To Desire to smell the lovely red rose
To Desire to play in the fallen snows
To Desire to feel the warmth of sun on my skin
To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds
To Desire to sing a beautiful melody
To Desire to write a poem or sometimes three
To Desire to watch the sun rise once more
From the sands of time on an open shore
To Desire to watch my lover sleep
To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep
To Desire to see the moon and stars
To Desire to one day see the the end of wars
To Desire to will myself to walk
To Desire to read; To Desire to talk
To Desire to cry; To Desire to moan
To Desire to sometimes want to be left alone
To Desire to shout; To Desire to sing
To Desire to embrace God’s love in everything
Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me!
Without Desire I would have ceased to be
As long as my true Desire is not for death
She will lend herself unto me in another breath
But one sweet day; I know not when or where
I will Desire to move from this life without a care
I will Desire to leave my body and move on free
To meet up with with kindred souls in eternity
I simply pray Desire will come along with me
Written for The Angel, Enreal – She often inspires my words through her words. Thanks Angel Enreal!
On the playground you would dare me to fall back into your arms;
But always you caught me in the nick of time from all harms;
I thought we’d be friends forever; I felt so safe and secure
But then one somber day, I wasn’t quite as confident and sure.
I looked around and it seemed you had passed me on by
I asked myself many times what did I do; was it I?
Seemed you’d snatched that security blanket away from my midst;
But I knew not why I had been so eagerly dismissed.
I did not realize that you were really still there. . .
But in a different aspect, for which I was not yet aware.
I grew into puberty still needing you; I craved for your being;
I became angry, sad, confused; emotionally fleeting and bleeding.
Indeed, there were instances where you might come back to me once more
But, I could not allow your presence to once again steal my joy;
I ran away each time I felt you were close on my heals. . .
I turned cold and hid my feelings with false smiles and ideals.
Then one day in June on a warm beautiful spring day,
You looked into my eyes and melted the icy fears away;
I thought you were all I needed and I gave into you once more . . .
We were one and mighty; to the top of the heaven’s we’d soar!
Then one amber evening as we were flying I smiled and looked around
And to my astonishment and dismay, you were not to be found!
Low and behold I quickly fell hard, straight back to the ground
In my fear to loose gravity – I became imperiously bound . . .
To certainties; no more would I venture my heart and soul
I thought I knew the meaning of life; I held tight all control!
I didn’t realize that you had never really left me completely;
But only changed forms; although disguised ever so discreetly.
I didn’t know that you changed forms to teach me the lessons. . .
In life that I needed to receive all the blessings. . .
that I would partake and share in the bounties and adversities
Of living, loving and giving of myself through all actualities.
But one sweet December, during a cold winter’s snow
I looked out the window and what would you know?
I saw in the glistening of the snow drifts so wondrously clear,
The tracks of your being, forever so near!
I looked at the tracks of my life in that opulent snow,
and for the first time in my life, I learned to let go!
I realized that through all challenges, I always survived!
You had always been there in one form or another as I thrived!
Who is this Spirit that changes with time?
Disguised in familiarity and strangers; bad and good times . . .
I realized that no matter what happens, I will go on
Although family, friends, or circumstances decide to move on . . .
I knew that this Spirit resided in God’s Grace and Love for Self
With strength and endurance, in spite of all else . . . .
I knew that no matter, I could always revamp–readjust
I’d finally embraced you wholly, you are . . . . (Click below for Answer!)
“Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!" I assured her.
"But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks," Carolyn said.
"I’ll drive. I’m used to this."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around."
"It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, " Daffodil Garden ." We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered.
"She lives on the property. That’s her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept
A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory.
We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world .
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years?
Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
"Start tomorrow," she said.
She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays.
The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
Use the Daffodil Principle.
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until you die…
There is no better time than right now to be
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt, and,
Dance like no one’s watching.
If you want to brighten someone’s day, pass this on to someone special.
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
Photo courtesy of without you.’s photos and is licensed under the Creative Commons license.
The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband. The wife’s body does not belong to her alone, but also to her husband. In the same way, the husband’s body does not belong to him alone, but also to his wife. Do not deprive each other except by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer . . . I Corinthians 7:3-5 (NIV)
If you are looking for someone to be your everything, don’t look around, look up! God is the only One who can be everything. By expecting perfection from the flesh, yu ask more of someone else than what you can provide yourself. To be married is to have a partner: someone who is not always there or always on target or always anything! On the other hand, should you ever get in trouble and you don’t know who to look to for help, you can count on your partner! It is to have someone to curl up against when the world seems cold and life uncertain. It is having someone who is as concerned as you are when your children are ill. It is having a hand that keeps checking your forehead when you aren’t well. To be married is to have someone’s shoulder to cry on as they lower your parent’s body into the ground. It is wrapping wrinkled knees in warm blankets and giggling without teeth! To the person you marry, you are saying, “When my time comes to leave this world and the chill of eternity blows away my birthdays and my future stands still in the night; it’s your face I want to kiss good-bye. It is your hand I want to squeeze as I slip from time into eternity. As the curtain closes on all I have attempted to do and be, I want to look into your eyes and see that I mattered. Not what I looked like. Not what I did or how much money I made. Not even how talented I was. I want to look into the teary eyes of someone who loved me and see I mattered.”