and you question, "how does she do it!" - these golden girls are mighty pretty. but darling don't exclude yourself, haven't you known that the elements are elementary? now go upstairs and mine in your room.
We are all flowers in the end, meant to bend, or break and go dancing in the wind.
We are all particles of lights, crashing against time like waves crash against the shore.
We are all snowflakes in a storm, fluttering flurries that will melt when it gets warm.
We are stories, minor memories that are fading, fading, fading still glowing, but knowing that the days of dimming will come, that we will run straight into me, you, and eternity, into me, you, and infinity.
We look different. Yet we are the same people. We each desire to love and be loved. We each desire to belong and let others know they belong. We each have gifts, talents, strengths and weaknesses. We each have something innate within each of us It supports us, leads us, guides and protects us along the way. We each desire to know, seek and find peace. Not only for ourselves do we hope for all of this This yearning extends to our children, grandchildren And to all of our generations to come. In this way, we are the same, all over the world. May peace and joy be with you and your loved ones This beautiful holiday season
What is being smart? I've always wondered Is it having innate talent? Or being exceedingly knowledgeable? Perhaps, having the skills to survive in one's society? ... Is it a special skill? Is it something that can be cultivated? Is it limited to certain people? ... So what is it? ... ... ... I'd really like to know