Resolutions

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This year I will burn a candle and bask in the fragrance of spiced apple. 

I will take a nap between fresh sheets and not set the alarm.

I will laugh aloud even though there is no one else to hear me.

I will step out in the rain and feel the freshness of spring.

This year I will send a card and tell someone, "I love you."

I will climb hills and fly kites in the March winds.

I will cry at the movies and wish on a star.

I will pray for loved ones, for my country, and the dignity of man.

This year I will run through the tall grass like a giraffe, with my head held high.

I will read Shakespeare, Dr. Seuss, and Erma Bombeck all in the same day.

I will cradle a soft kitten in my arms and let my soul vibrate with its purr.

I will drink amaretto-flavored coffee and eat too much chocolate.

This year I will write love songs, and dance like a child.

I will chase butterflies, rainbows and sunbeams.

I will walk in warm, white sand, and let the breeze blow through my hair.

I will walk in the woods and pick wild violets and strawberries.

This year I will ride carousels and eat cotton candy.

I will send flowers to a friend and read to the blind.

I will write poetry and listen to music.

I will take a bubble bath and shop for lingerie.

This year I will rise early enough to see the moon set and the sun rise.

I will drive in the country and remember myself as a child.

I will wear pink ballet slippers, perfumed talc, and 14k gold.

I will play in fall leaves and taste the first winter snow on my tongue.

This year I will touch more. I will feel the unmatched softness of a baby's skin.

I will hold a weathered hand of a friend in the sunset of her life.

I will hug the grieving and feel their pain with them.

And if next year never comes, I've been blessed — and touched the hand of God.

~ Glorianne Swenson

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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. 

~ John Lubbock