Every morning I was renewed though. Air and light healed me over and over. I got to where I depended on it. When I was feeling my worst I would step out into the yard and put my hands on the branches of the little redbud. It made me feel like I was saying a prayer to do this. I know that sounds like foolishness but that little tree was like an altar for me. I stood there in the cold of early winter wishing for the redbud to bear leaves so that I might put my face against them.

God used the element of faith to construct the earth and its inhabitants. Whatever he said it came to pass then dropped these elements in us to say whatever we want to also come to pass but sin and disbelieve has murdered the faith in us and need to be ressurected by purity and strong will power.

Gold is pure but the mind is more precious unfortunately the mind doesnt always realize how is precious it is that it ends up becoming the slave to make gold without even knowing what it is choosing.

Teaching is a noble profession As a matter of fact majority-learn by their own experiences situations believes understanding capacity and IQ levels.

It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be...the warmth of our bodies next to each others reflected in sunset of our secret place... We longed for it to be like this each and every evening... Dancing in the night playing hide-and-seek in the day the beauty of our souls blossoms... Never before had we felt so happy never before had we felt so alive... We hear the birds sensing the cheerful breeze the rainbows end does linger here....our tenderness sighs and spirits speak and we do know clear... This place is where love and laughter meet... You take my hand kiss each finger tip with tears in your eyes you touch my cheek and whisper of how wondrous this we share our love once again. The love that gives us wings to fly anew. Our hearts in sweet pleasing pain beat as one in the rhythm of long forgotten yet melody... Together again at this wondrous place where just our presence adds more grace and makes it what was meant to be - a place for you a place for me...

Life is one big lesson you learn as you go.

There is a place so pure and true beyond your deep and restless thoughts youll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter completely lost in time... Its made of love of magic dreams where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white and scarlet bloom...tranquility waves kissing shore... A place youll never want to leave a place for dreamers to believe... So spread the wings and let your soul fly up high and reach your castle in the sky...

If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark power of reality. The gods enjoy eternal youth and the search for the means of securing it was one of the occupations of the heroes of mythology and the sages as it was of real adventurers in the middle ages and more recent times. . . . But the fountain of youth has not been found and can not be found if it is sought in any particular spot on the earth. Yet it is no fable no dream-picture it requires no adept to find it it streams forth inexhaustible in all living nature.

We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful poetic and absurd. We find in all these records of the past philosophies and dreams and efforts stained with tears of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither and vainly sought to make with bits of shattered glass a mirror that would in very truth reflect the face and form of Natures perfect self.These myths were born of hopes and fears and tears and smiles and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth and deaths sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them the winds and waves were music and all the lakes and streams and springsthe mountains woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire made tawny Summers billowed breast the throne and home of love filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes and gathered sheaves and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt like Lear upon his withered face Cordelias tears. These myths though false are beautiful and have for many ages and in countless ways enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.