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Listen and Silent
Two words with the same letters.
Their power is revealed in friendship.A true friend will Listen to you when you are Silent.
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
October 28, 2011
September 18, 2011
Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gold!
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Make new friends, but keep the old
One is silver and the other’s gold!
I remember saying these words many, many times in the Brownies and Girl Scouts - seems like a lifetime ago. Those lessons taught to me as a very young girl are part of who I am today.
Friends are such a blessing in our lives! Shared experiences with special people are the catalyst for more of the same! I can practically hear my best friend, Sue hollering over the monkey bars at me - “That was so much fun, let’s do it again!”
Can you remember something from your past, a moment in time when you were joyful and carefree?
Make new friends, but keep the old
One is silver and the other’s gold!
I remember saying these words many, many times in the Brownies and Girl Scouts - seems like a lifetime ago. Those lessons taught to me as a very young girl are part of who I am today.
Friends are such a blessing in our lives! Shared experiences with special people are the catalyst for more of the same! I can practically hear my best friend, Sue hollering over the monkey bars at me - “That was so much fun, let’s do it again!”
Can you remember something from your past, a moment in time when you were joyful and carefree?
September 15, 2011
Wisdom shared among childhood friends.
There are things in life that cannot be reproduced on a chalk board, over a bunsen burner, on a computer, or in a lab.
There are formulas that are so simple in origin, but nearly impossible to capture in the physical realm.
Love is such a ministry!
Love is held close to your heart, yet also spans and floods the universe with oneness.
It’s a personal experience, a public sharing.
It starts with a flicker of kindness or can explode into a contagious frenzy of bliss.
Love carries me when I’m tired, and propels me when I’m strong.
Love can’t be ‘produced’, copied or dissected.
It comes natural and grows stronger and deeper with experience.
Pooh, you’re so right!
I've got a feeling............
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