Let Them Eat Cake

Enjoy the Sun of Yet Another Beautiful Day

When Storms Pass

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning how to dance in the rain."

-Vivian Green 

        This quote is such a good reflection on how we should be satisfied with what we are given and make do with what we have. The storm refers to all the troubles and strife we are dealt in life. So, if you dwell on, "when the storm is going to pass", and what you can do in the future, then you miss the best part of the storm.... dancing in the rain. Stop, smell the roses and enjoy life! 

You Don't Have to be Ordinary

                   You don't have to be ordinary but you have to be something. Everyone has their own calling card or something that differentiates them from the crowd. Growing up each one of us should strive to become a better person through our vocation, faith, and relationships. Religion is itself an intelligible and rational thing and is a key prospect in your identity. If you are diligent in your religion then you are capable of being. Have faith be strong and perservere!

Isaiah Saying Mass - 3 Years Old- Truly amazing!

Do Small Things With Great Love

 This word art quote speaks for itself and is a great quote to live by.  Thanks Rebecca for another beautiful and inspirational word art! Related posts:Letting Go!She Adjusted Her SailsWords To Live By: Go Your Own Way and Explore Dream Discover

Have Hope Through Deep Waters

Smoothing Out Misunderstandings

               Coffee is a unifying drink. Often, people meet their friends and aquaintances at coffee shops. Coffee shops are the places for dates, business meetings, family gatherings and other social events. Unifying friends and families with rich layers of froth and smooth whipped cream. Smoothing out past misunderstandings.

When One Door Closes Another Opens

                      In life we have struggles and depression: insanity and deliverance. As if many doors were opening and closing to introduce and dismiss new things into our lives, including: jobs, relationships and opportunities. When the world seems against you all the doors have been shut abruptly in your face, have hope for its here, in our most needy and vulnerable state that a new change occurs when least expected. Sometimes the doors are shut, but with patience and trust in God's goodness the door will be opened in the most unexpected manner.
9“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 10For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

Anecdote of Spring

                A flower never looked so new and fresh on such a bitter cold morning. Its white petals sticking out paralyzed with the frozen grass. The apple is blushing a reddish-pink hue. Dried pine needles scatter across the earth carpeting what's left of the dried and broken grass. This is winter in the coldest month of January. Winter is a time of rest for country folk and for nature's bounty. Winter is silence, rest and family. A time when the earth is cold and barren. But, these flowers rest as small anecdotes of the sweet smell of spring's green hills flowing with bright dandelions and periwinkle clover.

A friend

My friend is caring, loving, maternal.
She is ready to listen to any of my little crazy adventures I've had.
My friend is a great listener,
teaches me the art of grappling
My friend is supportive of my endeavors
crazy for adventures
My friend speaks another language
listens to me as I fumble.
My friend is a sister confident and patient
Consoling with my thoughts, though she carries much baggage herself.

My Music Teacher

My music teacher
was a humble soul.
She was caring and enjoyed children and laughing.

My music teacher was a Vet. from Vietnam
he taught us about life.
He was affable and smelt of leather and cigar
both of which he took breaks throughout the day to smoke in his car.
He taught us the scales FACE and EGBDF
His forte was in trumpet
A silver one he played.
He wore khaki slacks and old Christmas vests
brown shoes and tan paisley socks
Sometimes he would write funny sayings with white brittle chalk.
When we had quizzes he would sidle over to the front of the room
to inspect his bears.
A little taxidermy operation.

Then the next year came the prune of the classroom.
A boisterous lady with a stern temper.
She was not about to hear excuses for being late.
However, she taught well.

The Soccer Revolution of 2014

The Soccer Revolution of 2014

Characters:

American Spanish

Ethan: Goalie Marco Oscar Lupe: Lyle

Dillon: American “Porkie” Gene Philly

Tom: Winner Maugro Esihie

The clouds are celestial

puffed like cannon smoke

dusk has come, light departs

The town is peaceful

filled with happy hearts.

Dusk is extinguishing the light of day.

A battle erupts on the soccer field

Mexicans vs. Americans

the magenta sphere flies

Mexican vs. American

battle for the prize.

A scramble

The score five to one

Mexicans trump Gringos

until the game is done.

Dillon overshot

His steel toed boots he blames

Tom putts the ball stalling time

Goal-l-l! …. America two to nine.

Back and forth

Porky kicks the ball.

Ethan, cheats and uses his hands

Injury, abrasion

The winner battles on.

The gringos put up quite a fight.

The game is tense

and battles on into the night.

Finish Strong

            Well, at last, all the assignments are being carefully tucked away in the teachers gradebooks, most never to be seen or heard of again, like many of the manuscripts in the National Security Archive.
The sunshine of a bright summer day is making everyone especially itchy to be done with classes. This bright summer will blossom many memories which can be tucked away for happy recollections cherished till they fade.
So whether you be doing math or stressed on ACT's.

The Yellow Rose of Kackley

Oh the "Yellow Rose of Kackley", she's the only girl for me,
Her hair is long and shaggy
She swings from tree to tree,

Oh the Yellow Rose of Kackley,

she smokes a big cigar,
her clothes are army surplus,
she drives an armored car.

She wears an artificial eye that falls out at a sneeze
Oh the Yellow Rose of Kackley she's the only girl for me!

Chicago Lincoln Park

Successful Arrival in Chicago!

Homework snack

The Poem (Pome) of Spring

A Desolate End

Malory's aunt condescended her excuses and banished her to her room. For present, Malory sits sullenly looking outside at the bright clouds, and despairs. The outside view provides no escape from her captivity. She sees her friends outside playing soccer, joyfully kicking the ballback and forth, across the field. She turns her back, she cannot stand looking, her confinement is two hours longer. In the heat of her emotions, Malory glances outside to see a hot air balloon, rising directly above the house. She thinks about what she'll do when she gets out. Will she shout thanks to the Heaven's? No, she never was very religious, even though her aunt had always had the famimly sit down after dinner and read psalms. Maybe she would just run. run. run. Run away from this place people considered her home. She wasn't at home ever since the Break she had stayed here, in this clad walled house, more of a prison really.
              After her escape she skirted the house and took off through the burned stubbles of the corn field. She had nearly been caught by her aunt who stood near the house waving a broom menacingly. Malory ran deep into the forest, pausing once to catch her breath, but then hearing the not so distant yells, running farther deeper into the woods, that choked her image from the house.
             The night was growing cold and the ground provided little comfort for a bed. No blankets, save for the leaves and dew drenched grasses. She was hungry. She was hungry for many days until the end.