What we see

Source: Favim

What we do see depends mainly on what we look for....
In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportsmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them. 

~ John Lubbock 

What we see

Source: Favim

What we do see depends mainly on what we look for....
In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportsmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them. 

~ John Lubbock 

Resolutions

Source: morguefile

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

Resolutions

Source: morguefile

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

________________________________________________________________

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