| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| Clare |
Posted - Jul 27 2005 : 3:17:32 PM
Here's a good article about accepting ourselves as we are, appreciating solitude and the creativity that it brings. I'm going to check out those drums, too!
http://www.wholelifetimes.com/2005/wlt2707/contact2707.html
**** Love is the great work - though every heart is first an apprentice. - Hafiz
Set a high value on spontaneous kindness. - Samuel Johnson****
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| The Handmaiden |
Posted - Aug 20 2005 : 2:11:46 PM
Clare I think this is talking to more than one of us! Thanks for sharing....I hear the beat, now let me catch the rhythm.
"Faith shall finish all that Hope begins."
joan walsh anglund |
| westernhorse51 |
Posted - Jul 28 2005 : 11:46:42 AM
Hi Clare, thanks for the article, it is very appropriate for me at the moment. Michele
"she selects wool and flax and works with eager hands". Prov. 31:13 |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Jul 28 2005 : 09:43:06 AM
If I am wearing a good support bra I can still skip, and did just the other evening. It felt great! Age is just a number!!!!
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you-
You are the fearless rose that grows amidst the freezing wind. Rumi |
| QuiltingQueen |
Posted - Jul 27 2005 : 7:29:16 PM
I really enjoyed that article. Thanks for sharing it. Sometimes we're just too hard on ourselves. More and more, I realize that the people I really notice and admire, who truly seem beautiful, are the people who have an inner happiness that is radiating from them. Lots of times they have extraordinary crows feet from all the smiling they do. Layne seemed beautiful to me in that picture because she looked so genuinely happy beating on that drum. Maybe it all comes down to blooming where we're planted and counting our many blessings every day...and taking the time to beat on a drum if that's what makes us smile.
Jane |
| MeadowLark |
Posted - Jul 27 2005 : 4:27:41 PM
Thanks Clare, I needed to read that...
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you-
You are the fearless rose that grows amidst the freezing wind. Rumi |
