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Repost for myself; as mine own worst enemy seems to be creeping in more often, here lately…… Do you battle with your own worst enemy too? If so, remember your best friend is always there to comfort you.
Thought for The Day: Have you hugged yourself, today? ~CordieB
This poem was inspired by a very, very good friend and confidant, who often shares with us her own worst enemy and her own best friend over at Just Paisley and Why Paisley . Also, a fellow artist, TekkieBrek, planted the seed for this poem with his beautiful artwork, shown in reduced size below.
Mine own worst enemy and mine own best friend…
an infinate circle of sainthood and sin…
have always been with me; from beginning to end
through good times; through bad times; thick and thin
Both have tugged at my soul since God only knows when. . .
Mine own worst enemy screams words of hurt and dispair…
then my best friend comes to my aide with comfort and care
she hugs me ever so gently; caresses my soul
whilst mine own worst enemy digs a dark hole
into the core of my heart creating disbelief
in the beauty of life; thus making it hard to concieve…
a life worth living; a love worth giving…
then mine own best friend again comes along
she kisses my spirit; sings me a beautiful song
of love and joy; bright sunny skies
she reminds me of the falsness of the hurt, pain and lies…
that mine own worst enemy so often spews…
she opens the funny pages in the mist of bad news…
Yes, she awakens my spirit and rocks me to sleep
as I moan, as I tremble, as I lay, as I weep…
She caresses my head; massages my tired, aching feet
Sending mine own worst enemy into a silent retreat. . .
where mine own worst enemy gathers strength for another blow
launching me once more into a wreckless, dispairing low
Yet, I endure with patient vigilence for the love within
to give renewed strength, courage and wisdom to mine own best friend . . .
~Written by CordieB.
One of the greatest gifts given to me by God is the ability to change my mind ~CordieB.
Let us stop wasting valuable energy trying to change the minds of other people. It is not our job. How and what people think is advanced or limited by their own experiences–their own life lessons–and how well they apply those lessons.
In our presense, other people have the opportunity to grow and perhaps even learn something. Our actions in of themselves will promote change in the hearts of others. When we express ourselves as being capable of loving, listening, sharing, and understanding, we promote the change we so often try to force upon others.
Let us be an example of that we wish to change. Let us spend less time worrying about what other people are thinking or doing and more time creating positive change in ourselves.
This original blog entry was made on January 22, 2008. It’s been now less than a year later and wow! – the person I was soliciting cheers for dreams are really coming true! I’m reposting this as a reminder of the wise saying. . . "This Too Shall Pass." My friend, Sanity Found , was in the dump for weeks back in January 2008 – I had began to really worry about her. I called upon your support to visit her blog and give her some cheer. I remember that some of you did, Hayden , over there at the new "Through the Illusion" for one! Ambe r, although she was not reading my blog at the time, kept a close eye on my young friend. Folks! our bubling burst of optimism, Sanity Found was really down for a few. It was starting to scare me; and I really didn’t even know her – for real. It’s been almost a year, and all of us have learned so much about life and many of us have become friends! Many of you have seen the ups and downs I’ve been through and I’ve seen yours too! So, people, here is living proof that just because life seems like it’s never fair today -never, ever give up. Everything and all circumstances change. And yes, This too Shall Pass ! Blessings to all. All verbiage below are from the original posting. God Bless. . .
My friend SanityFound’s Rambling has been in the dumps lately due to not being able to get a work visa for the UK. Her sadness has gone on for quite a while. Please drop her some encouragement or some good advice to get her jump started. This is her picture for which she describes herself without words. Such a young person should not let obstacles immobilize her. But such is the mind oftentimes of the young and the not so young. I’ve been there too. In any event, give her a shout out! to help her regain her strength, courage, and wisdom. Her blogg can be found at http://sanityfound.wordpress.com/
Sanity Found’s list of Maybe’s are beautiful, mind provoking, and inspiring. Here’s a few to ponder. . .
Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.
Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.
Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
To read the entire collection of these inspirational "maybes" by Sanity Found’s Rambling, visit http://sanityfound.wordpress.com/2008/01/08/maybe/
Peace, Light and Love to You and Yours,
Dedicated to Sanity Found’s Nessa who passed on this morning, and all the other Superwomen out there!
I heard this song for the first time this morning. I’m really surprized that I had not heard it previously, the Alecia Keys fan that I am! Oh my, this song brought back an array of memories to my heart. The times of struggle, the knowing of struggle my daughters, my friends, and of course my sisters out there have each day. I also realized that I have always been able to come out of any struggle; always a survivor, a superwoman. For that I am thankful! Always remember, we are all superwomen! We just need to remain strong and diligent; preserve our God given love and affection – for without this we would not be women – and certainly not super! So many times once we feel we have arrived, we forget from whence we came. This feeling, although an armour, keeps us from feeling and leaves us with a feeling of emptiness. Superwomen reach out to their sisters and brothers and help them in their times of need; Superwomen know from where their strength comes; Superwomen go through life’s bumps and may fall down but always get back up! And when Superwomen feel as if they can’t, along comes another Superwoman to remind them they can! Superwomen know that this too shall pass! Superwomen are not arrogant, not all knowing, and are always willing to listen to another’s point of view. They know that they can offer their gifts, and they can accept gifts of others with grace and dignity. Superwoman speak truth, wisdom and courage. Superwomen have forgiving spirits; because they know they have fallen short themselves at one point or another; and may fall again. They realize life is such. Superwomen know how to love completely without fear; and are thus fearless! So for all you Superwomen out there, I say – God bless! Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
I feel like the hush of a whisper, gently blowing in the wind;
I am the warmth and light of sunshine softly caressing your skin;
I have the touch of bubbles, kissess, silk and french lace,
Brushing ever so gently upon your sweet face.
I am a cool mist alikend to a newborn baby’s breath –
softly blowing against your ears
I am the cup that catches your blood to endless depths
It is I who eases your silent fears;
I am a fountain of knowledge and wisdom; . .
I am with you from beginning till end
I am a blissfull vase full of mystery and wonderment
I am strong, yet I easily bend
I have the essense of the morning’s first dew
Like the spring’s first warm rain
It is I to whom the birds first sing at the break of dawn
I’m the mystery of midnight – yet I am not vain.
I watch over you in your travels
and pray wishes of wellness many times
You feel my sweet presense along your journey
Even through eternal space and time . . .
I bring laughter and happiness to you often
I can warm your heart with a smile
I have the fragrant alure of morning’s sweet honysicle
Come sat by my side for a while . . .
I often sat back and watch you in wonderment
Always loving througout the ages
But the essense of my real beauty
Lies in the joy in the children’s faces
I taste like sweet cotton candy dipped in lemon juice
My eyes were created to reflect peace and seduce . .
I’m easily chilled like snow flakes on the last rose of summer;
I’m remnescent of the last vision seen before slumber.
I am a colorful mozaic of joys and sorrows.
My tears help cool my soul.
The essense of serenity lies in my powers.
My true powers are yet to unfold;
I can radiate the coolness of a kiss on a foggy windowpane.
Or be as sensual as a shallow warm summer’s wave
Although I’m the ultimate protector -less I go insane,
It is I that you feel you must forever save!
I am happiness, sadness; rolled up into one
My presense is such – I’m all but I’m none
I am like the vision of a rainbow
Reflecting rays of color on a transluscent sea
I’m a trusted comfortor and nurturer;
Your humble beginnings were born within me.
I dance with the rythem of leaves blown at the first sight of fall
Sometime I do tumble, at times I might fall
Yet, I am the will of the powerless, the strength of the man
I’m God’s beautiful miracle . .
I am . . . (click below for the riddle’s answer)
A man spent hours watching a butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon. It managed to make a small hole, but its body was too large to get through it. After a long struggle, it appeared to be exhausted and remained absolutely still. The man decided to help the butterfly and, with a pair of scissors, he cut open the cocoon, thus releasing the butterfly. However, the butterfly’s body was very small and wrinkled and its wings were all crumpled. The man continued to watch, hoping that, at any moment, the butterfly would open its wings and fly away. Nothing happened; in fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its brief life dragging around its shrunken body and shrivelled wings, incapable of flight. What the man – out of kindness and his eagerness to help – had failed to understand was that the tight cocoon and the efforts that the butterfly had to make in order to squeeze out of that tiny hole were Nature’s way of training the butterfly and of strengthening its wings. Sometimes, a little extra effort is precisely what prepares us for the next obstacle to be faced. Anyone who refuses to make that effort, or gets the wrong sort of help, is left unprepared to fight the next battle and never manages to fly off to their destiny.
(Adapted from a story by Sonaira D’Avila)