Miracle

This song is beautiful, sad and sends chills up your spine.

You can't wait for miracles. Life is to be lived.

My aunt always said:
Better live life burning both ends of the candle than not to have lived at all.

I am not sure I agree with her. I know I didn't as a girl.
I was not one to venture out to get burned.
I wanted to live a little longer even if I had to fight to do it.

I loved my life living it my way, sharing adventures with the man I loved.
Young ....free....strong....
Nothing could defeat us, as long as we were together.

We were both children of the world, free spirits, bohemians, survivors
living in a free world, that to both of us ,
is and always will be,
a miracle.

So much out there to expand your lungs in.

What did the horse say to whinnie the pooh while whatching his t.v. show?

A: I wish I could hear you whinnie.





There was a famous jockey that never lost a race.When asked how he achieved this,he replied, I whisper in the horse's ear: Roses are red, violets are blue. Horses that lose are made into glue.

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Q: What is the best type of story to tell a runaway horse?
A: A tale of WHOA

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I had a near death experience that has changed me forever. The other day I went horsesback riding. Everything was going fine until the horse started bouncing out of control. I tried with all my might to hang on, but was thrown off. Just when things could not possibly get worse, my foot gets caught in the stirrup. When this happened, I fell head first to the ground. My head continued to bounce harder as the horse did not stop or even slow down. Just as I was giving up hope and losing consciousness, the Walmart manager came and unplugged it. Thank Goodness for heroes!
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An out-of-towner accidently drives his car into a deep ditch on the side of a country road. Luckily a farmer happened by with his big old horse named Benny. The man asked for help. The farmer said Benny could pull his car out. So he backed Benny up and hitched Benny to the man's car bumper. Then he yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull." Benny didn't move. Then he yelled, "Come on, pull Ranger." Still, Benny didn't move. Then he yelled really loud, "Now pull, Fred, pull hard." Benny just stood. Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Okay, Benny, pull." Benny pulled the car out of the ditch. The man was very appreciative but curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times. The farmer said, "Oh, Benny is blind, and if he thought he was the only one pulling he wouldn't even try."

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"Some horses are so polite that when they come to a fence, they stop and let you go over first."
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Three race horses stood in their stalls. One said to other others: "I ran 20 races and I won 15 of them!" he bragged. The next said with a snort, "Well, I ran 30 races and won 25 of them!" Then the third horse spoke up proudly, "Yeah, I ran 41 races and won 39 of them!" This seemed to settle the topic when the horses noticed a Greyhound outside their stalls. The Greyhound said, "I ran 100 races and I won 99 of them." The horses looked at each other in amazement and one gasped, "Wow!
A talking greyhound!"
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Miracles! We see one every day. :)

Live!!! Love !!! Laugh !!


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We Can Hear the Waves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk0S_Hj4s5w

As we keep bringing more and more people into our countries, we are placing a bigger strain on our electric power grids.
This means the companies have to build more power plants and we we pay the cost with higher prices.

Eventually the cost will have to be curtailed and people will have no choice but to obtain their own solar power.

I read this and thought this would be a good idea when I sell my house and begin to do renos on my country place to retire in. I have two wells which means I will not require city water, which is murky anyway to say the least, and with solar power and a franklin stove, I should do pretty much ok.

We have a lot of wind there as well, especially in winter from the river, so a wind mill would be of value as well.


http://www.lilith-ezine.com/articles/environmental/The-Solar-Powered-Myth.html

When we collect things, we get tired of taking responsibility for them. I always wanted a room for a library and yet all my books are in boxes afraid to be un boxed.
I wanted an art room but can never get organized enough to make myself one.
The world has taken a dramatic leap into the future where nothing seems to be important anymore. You can get everything electronically on line and more and yet one day all this will disappear and man will be left without knowledge and no where to obtain it from.

When I talk to bloggers I find everyone has this bohemic need to travel and to see something different and new.
Nothing pleases one more than to feast ones' eyes on a fresh mountain or sky and romantically reminisce that this same sky is attached to your home far far away.

Once upon a time your ancestors walked these mountains and plains.
Once upon a time their blood flowed into Mother Earth and she welcomed it and sucked it dry.

As you travel trying to find yourself, you find yourself going deeper into your soul. Wrapping your arms around the world still leaves you as lonely as the day you were born.

You drift back and almost remember opening your eyes to nothing short of wonder.
What is all this? Where am I? Why am I? Who am I? What am I?
And so begins your journey to discovery, philosophy, religion, politics and war.
You people watch and wonder why they do what they do?

Like Mother Earth, you get sucked in and life bleeds you dry. You get old. You wrinkle and like a withering flower,you gasp a final breath and die.

But in between is a struggle to survive, to laugh, to dance, to love, to give life and share in its' glory and all this is done, still in wonder.

Does any of it ever make sense? Does it have to?
Animals live and continue to live without ever giving it single thought.They have no home, nothing to call their own except their instinct to survive.
They run the plains free and alone and Mother Earth feeds them of her own free will.
Every day has its own miracle to offer them in terms of the gift of life and sometimes even death.

We believe in life and living. We fight for it, as we fight for the air we breath.
We've touched it, experienced it and as the warm rays of the sun touches our brow, we think yes....this is a good thing.This is a perfect thing.

We want children to experience everything.
The pain, the suffering, the tears, the joys, the promise. It's all worth it... to be born in wonder and to live life discovering,learning, growing and eventually withering and dying. It means nothing more nothing less than what it is.
It just is and it will always be for eternity.

We sit by the water front and we can hear the waves. They take us back in time to where it all began and no matter how much we learn, we still sit mesmerized, hypnotized by the shear miracle of having a brain to appreciate the moment.

Have a great day :)
:)

I Am the Man

A Better man I’ll be
A colossus of a lad

A Learned man I’ll be
Of the Antiochan clan

A Classier man I’ll be
A master of all trades

A Richer man I’ll be
A Plutarch of a sire

A Saner man I’ll be
For Nero’s I have known

A Married man I’ll be
The biggest miracle of all

I’ll be the man I’ll be

The day that I’ll be in it

And if that day should ever come
I’m prepared to overcome it.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

I guess he won't be nuttin lol
For every man there is a woman lol

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What's in a name?

The famous Olympic skier Picabo (pronounced Peek-A-Boo)

She is not just an athlete, she is a nurse.
She currently works in the
Intensive Care Unit of a large metropolitan hospital.
She is not permitted
to answer the telephone while she is at work, however.
It simply caused
too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say:

"Picabo, ICU

No Miracles

French movies are very different from what we watch here in North America. They seem to be closer to the essence of what real life is.

Like today, I watched a movie with subtitles about a man who woke up from a coma and found he was paralyzed from the neck down.
They even sewed up one eye because it wouldn’t tear and they wanted to save it.

He could not talk, so he had to blink for “yes” or “ no”, to communicate.

It was a hard battle for him to relearn how to talk let alone write a book blinking one letter at a time.

He had a family who would come visit and take him on outings with him. He'd watch his two children play and entertain him because he was Dad.

The movie was about his thoughts because he now saw that although his life was loose and immoral, with lots of wine, women and song, it was only the mother of his children and the children who valued him, when others laughed and
mimicked his seemingly vegetative state.

It reminded me of a book we read in High school : Johnny Got his Gun but this young soldier woke up with no arms legs hearing or face. The only way he could communicate was through head banging for “yes” and “no” .

Neither story is a life one wants to live.

To be imprisoned in your head is not an ideal one longs for... and yet, we are all in our heads.

In the end he began to believe that this was just a dream, that he was still in a coma and would one day wake up and live a normal life.

This belief gave him hope and a desire to live, even if it was in his head.
He was able to enjoy life and laugh at people, their silliness and awkwardness as they struggled to make it..... life...... work for them selves.

He could see himself in them, except now he was above it all. He reached a state of higher maturity and understanding. Things which mattered, didn’t matter anymore.
He had lots to fall back on and relate to.

He was able to finally find a little joy in his state of affairs.

I believe eventually Parkinson’s patients must end up this way as well, once their nervous system gives out and fails to send messages to other parts of their body.
I knew this was the case with my Mom.

But as long as there is hope, then I guess everything is bearable.

While I was watching this French movie, multi tasking, I came across a story about the Virgin Mary and people on the net, scoffing at her virginity .

The French movie came to a portion whereby the Wife took this paralyzed man to church where miracles had been witnessed.

He, himself, was not a religious man but had nothing to say in the matter and so the wife spoke for him to the priest. He got his communion and a prayer for a miracle.

No one wants to believe Mary producing a virgin birth because it would definitely be classified as a miracle and yet in life, miracles happen everyday.

Doctors perform surgery with hands guided by nothing short of Gods will. Cancers cure by themselves.
We all have cancer but it takes a strong immune system to keep it under control. Miracle?

The blind see. The deaf hear. Accidents are prevented. Bombs don’t explode. The premature continue to grow and strengthen. Goals are scored miraculously without hindsight. The win is either yours or it isn't. It's already written up for you beforehand.

There are so many stories that have no explanation except that they all must be a result of God’s will.

Incurable diseases get cured.

It’s as if there is such a thing as mind over matter.

Say no to Satan and he will leave your body and make it whole again.

Say yes to God and he will fill your mind with strength to beat the most horrible of all odds.

He will regenerate what seemed to be lost forever.

I don’t know but today seemed to be a day of miracles for me. The way things fell into place so I could sit down, understanding it and write about it.

What people do not seem to understand, is that even with all your faculties in order, people fail to communicate. To communicate requires understanding.

Not understanding and failing to communicate, leads to other problems our society seems to be suffering in. Wars, immorality, hunger, sickness etc.....all of our problems stem from not being able to understand or communicate.

To be able to communicate, with or without all your faculties, is indeed a miracle.
Does it take a paralyzed person to see this or perhaps .....the innocent?
Then why are we lost, with all the knowledge we obtain from life and living?

Something to think about.



:)