Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tides


The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands

Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveler to the shore.

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Being Thankful


I am so thankful for living in these beautiful places.

Nine years in Minnesota, fifty years in Alaska, four years in California, and now six years in Southern Utah.

I am so thankful to have lived for 64 years, 37 years of those with my best friend Mike.

My heart is full of gratitude for my family: Mike and Gail,
my 6 grandchildren, my and Mikes parents, my brothers, my sisters, nieces and nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins and many good friends.

They have all enriched my life experiences and I thank them for being in my life.

I thank God for blessing me so richly.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Sayings and Quotes


When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.

Unknown

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

- Dr. Seuss

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't."

- Erica Jong

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us."

- Alexander Graham Bell

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back. - Unknown

Monday, September 28, 2009


Wait For The Brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"
The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded.
"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said.
"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Snow

What is this wonder soft and white,
That falls from the sky on this wintery night?
Cool and sparkling, light as a feather,
It makes its appearance in cold winter weather.


My hair is covered and it's all gray.
From my shoulders I brush the crystals away.
My tongue is out, to taste the flakes.
On roofs it looks like frosting on cakes.


Here comes the plow, to push it aside,
Children on sleds, down hillside they slide.
Sweet little birds, they pop up their heads,
They're awakened by snow,that falls on their beds.


Tree limbs are covered with shimmering white.
That look like maidens, dressed with delight.
Their limbs bending, under thick white snow.
As if thanking God, for love He's bestowed.


I look out my window in wonderment.
I know that this magic is heaven sent.
I cannot imagine not seeing it fall.
A winter without it, I want not to recall.


I never shall leave this wondrous season.
For loving it so is the only reason,
I live in this region where it snows.
As in winter time, my small world glows.


- Floria Kelderhouse, New Lenox, Illinois

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Welcome Back to Margy's Musings


On popular demand I have returned to continue my blog.

A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

- By Emma Guest