MATILDA

I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MATILDA : she will visit now and then, she is embraced with love around here, we run with her hope you enjoy her while she is hear she loves every one and would not hurt a fly but if you put a rat in her way watch out she will smach it like a bug.

MONDAYS POEM #5 posted on wednesday

There
Always
Arrives
In all of Our lives
A joyousMoment of
Sweet silence
Which notifies
It is time to blend
Into the vast horizon
Of the palette painting a days end
And there we find again our gentle loving eyes
Waiting as these divine peaceful skies
Of the eternal sunrise that is just
Around the bend

no need to guess this week; title and author, Time To Blend by Silent Lotus.

My little corner

It has been 2 1/2 years, that we have lived here and i am still not done hanging and putting everything up. So woman make honey do lists not me i ask, and if it doesn't happen i will try it my self or a will what. I wasn't in a rush because we have moved every time i get thing just the why i like them so this time i have been very slow to put the house all together.

my little corner has memories, grandma's chair that sat in her home next to the window, my grandpa's table he got out of the trash and repaired. Items from Brazil that were a gift to my late husband and myself from Albie. He was an exchange student that lived at his home when he was a young man. And i find my self longing to take a trip when i look at this pic he had taken when he visited there, and a pair of antique binoculars everything in this corner has memories.

A fountain i came home to after visting the kids for my last anniversary, some plants the one in the red dish for Tom and Helen who both past on last year, the little church Hubby got me as a gift. They my be thing to some but they are memories to me each plant, items etc; i find peace in this corner i set and read sometimes so adding the items to the wall on the top pic, it is feeling a little more like home. what is you special space or corner that you go to just be?

Talk soon. s

POEMS MONDAY #4

IT IS A LONG ONE: I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID:


Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they traveled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

The star was so beautiful, large and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky
Became a white mist in the atmosphere;
And by this they knew that the coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
Their robes were of crimson silk,with rows
Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,
Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of night over hill and dell,
And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast,
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.

"Of the child that is born," said Baltasar,"
Good people,I pray you, tell us the news;
For we in the East have seen his star,
And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,
To find and worship the King of the Jews."

And the people answered, "You ask in vain;
We know of no king but Herod the Great!"
They thought the Wise Men were men insane,
As they spurred their horses across the plain
Like riders in haste who cannot wait.

And when they came to Jerusalem,
Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,
Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;
And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem,
And bring me tidings of this new king."

So they rode away, and the star stood still,
The only one in the gray of morn;
Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will,
Right over Bethlehem on the hill,
The city of David where Christ was born.

And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the
guard,
Through the silent street, till their horses turned
And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;
But the windows were closed, and the doors were
barred,
And only a light in the stable burned.

And cradled there in the scented hay,
In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,
The little child in the manger lay,
The Child that would be King one dayOf a kingdom not human, but divine.

His mother, Mary of Nazareth,
Sat watching beside his place of rest,
Watching the even flow of his breath,
For the joy of life and the terror of death
Were mingled together in her breast.

They laid their offerings at his feet:
The gold was their tribute to a King;
The frankincense, with its odor sweet,
Was for the Priest, the Paraclete;
The myrrh for the body's burying.

And the mother wondered and bowed her head,
And sat as still as a statue of stone;
Her heart was troubled yet comforted,
Remembering what the angel had said
Of an endless reign and of David's throne.

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,
With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;
But they went not back to Herod the Great,
For they knew his malice and feared his hate,
And returned to their homes by another way.

ok i got this on off the internet: today night while watching The Naviity Story what a great night what did you do and can you find the name of this poems? Talk Soon! edited on 12/17/08 the name of the poem is the Three Wise Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longefellow i hope you enjoyed it. s

Saturdays hopes

Was felling better so i was able to pick up my CASA kid and off we went on a new adventure. Today's morning was prep work, we will be traveling back in time next week. more pic's to follow it will be my first year so i am excited. My CASA and i are going to be in the village of Bethlehem. The Bethlehem Experience. my hope is that it will get people thinging on the gift of the birth of Christ. Go to http://www.gotobethlehem.com/ and check it out.
some came from a fair to help, and are not members of this chruch, yet they gave up there day to help set up. It was great every one pitching in and working together young and old it was a fun day. Then off to the birthday party at the park, can you remember your 18th?

i am sure this will be a birthday she will remember for ever. the kids BBQ'ed calif style, friends came but had to cut it short at 4:30 she had to work, i can remember working on my 18th. Was working in a convalescent home form the age of 15 1/2, with the elderly the ones with no family or family that is unable to care. Now i find myself in my late 40's working with foster kids the ones with no family or ones that are unable to care for waht ever reason. i have recieved blessing in both to see these young one with hope, and the lesson i learn for the old.

How thankful i find myself to have work with the forgotten one of our time in America. One of my favorite memories is a little old lady that was a Sunday school teacher she would sing Jesus love me, over and over all day. Some found that trying on there ears but for me i looked forward to seeing and singing with her each day she was a little ray of sun shine, in all the sadness. I find my self once again looking for the lessons and blessings, the more i look the more i see. We are a strong nation, and i love that there are thoughs out there helping all over the world. Yet were will we be if we as a stong nation fall our children and fall our elderly i think about what do other country see in us. What is your thoughs? Talk soon s.

WHO's JOB IS IT TO ANYWAYS

A little history i think my very first job was to clean, one of the gifts we recieved was no allowances for just being a kid. The first time i can remember someone cleaning my home
was being married to #2. The nicest 3 lady's i also remember the day they said they couldn't clean any more. Ah then i have paid many a young lady in my time to come and help me clean.
here in so calif., you have to come up with your own FLAKES at this time of year so sad no snow. I flaked having a fever and all, i didn't want to get her sick. So for now my home will have to wait, hoping to get every thing together before Christmas.
I have a lot of Hopes and dreams they all rest in God. I am blessed there are thous out there to help me clean when the time comes again. There is a time for every thing, that brings me peace. Who's job is it to clean in your house and what gift can your remember form your youth that has molded you?

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mom said to say hi to everyone, she is unable to post this thursday. Elderly abuse Thursday will turn next week untill then have a blessed week. s.