Splash of Color

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A small bud

Can add such a splash of color

To a garden

A kind word

Can add such a splash of color

To a life

Plant with your heart

Watch it blossom

Into a beautiful soul

Splash of Color

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(Photo credit: http://photopaulm.com)

Thank you Paul for lending me this beautiful photo!

How can we?

How can we face tomorrow

When we’re not sure we can survive today

How can we accept the fact

That prejudice still finds its way

How can we lose sight of judgement?

By closing our eyes to see!

Knowing brother and sister by heart

Is the way it was meant to be

How can we save our children

From this turmoil that we know

Plant a garden with every seed

By example watch how they grow

Each one a compliment to the other

Beauty in the fact they aren’t the same

Such a simple concept

That to this day eludes the brain

Therein rests the problem

When we think with our minds

Spirit should be our guide

To help us see the signs

That  history is stuck on repeat

The results are unchanged too

It’s time for an awakening

To recognize what we must do

Close our eyes

To lose sight of judgement

That we may see clearly

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by busymindthinking

Did but didn’t have to

She didn’t have to make his morning coffee

She doesn’t even drink coffee

But she did

He didn’t have to warm her car

Subjecting himself to the cold

But he did

He didn’t have to give up his bus seat

To a stranger

But he did

She didn’t have to offer a comforting embrace

To a mere acquaintance

But she did

He didn’t have to face that bully

To protect his classmate

But he did

She didn’t have to speak to that new student

Taking her under her wing in friendship

But she did

Did but didn’t have to

It is these choices

Which reflect your soul

And you are beautiful


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by busymindthinking

What’s in your heart and what will you do with it?

A class of grade four students were invited to work on a project.
Each child had been given a heart made of wood to fill.
The heart had a removable lid so notes could be enclosed.
They were invited to include memories, thoughts, and emotions.
The decision of what to do with the box at the end – their choice.

Parents were invited to attend the big reveal.
Each student read their entries aloud to everyone.
The teacher was impressed with the variety.
Some children presented their box to a parent.
Other children decided to keep it for themselves.

Only one student remained.
As he read his entries everyone gasped.
His parents stared in shock.
The teacher was uncertain how to respond.
His entries were unlike any others.

A single word on each note.
Hate. Prejudice. War. Bullying.
There were dozens stuffed inside the box.
The teacher almost feared asking what he chose to do with it.
The room was deafening silent when he spoke.

I’d like to destroy this heart.
And all the awful things inside it.
If we can just get rid of it, we can make more hearts.
We won’t need lids though, cause they’ll be too full with love.
Anybody wanna help me?

It was a day of celebration.
Everyone wanted to be involved.
Parents and teachers were deep in thought.
A child had shown them such a different perspective.
On this occasion – everyone wanted to break a heart.



It’s always fun to play around with perception.
Smiles, hugs and blessings everyone.

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by busymindthinking

Pets promote emotional connections

Ask anyone that has ever owned a pet and they will tell you their presence is an addition to, or an extension of, family. Studies have proven the emotional impact pets have on people and I can attest to that fact myself.

Our dog Thunder came to our home for two reasons mainly; the first, to bring security back to our family after our home was broken into while we slept, and secondly, to provide companionship for me as I spend a great deal of time alone due to my illness. (No sorrow please about that statement – grin).

Today with a heavy heart, I had to do what was best for my beloved dog and gift him a new home. You see, he’s very strong and energetic, and I am not at present. I wasn’t interested in selling him (I wouldn’t sell my children if they needed more than I could offer – family, yes, pets are family). I merely wanted to find someone to love him as much as my family does. My friend Kim took care of that and found a wonderful retired gentleman in need of companionship. I count that as a double blessing as Thunder will be able to bring to his life what he did to ours and especially mine.

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Yes, no longer a pup and still growing.Yes, no longer a pup and still growing.

Pets inspire and motivate us in many ways. On days when my legs were screaming “no” to movement, Thunder still needed to get outside, so it pushed me to try a little harder. I got exercise I may have otherwise ignored. I also had purpose; he needed food, water, play time, and affection. Not to mention, he could read me like a book, very perceptive! The way Thunder managed my “bad” days astounded me, taking steps one-by-one instead of tearing down them in excitement. Now he’s just so strong it wouldn’t matter how gentle he tries to be, I still can’t manage. (That’s just reality, again no need to be sad – grin).

I wonder what the state of the world may be if everyone knew the devotion in loving pets and having them love you the same? They offer loyalty, protection, acceptance, affection, commitment, and the list is endless. Perhaps every politician should consult with a pet prior to decision-making because I am certain they would be influenced by all that a pet is. (Just a thought – grin).

All this being said, I couldn’t imagine life without a pet – therefore, meet our new family member, Andi. He’s just the perfect size and his demeanor is very tranquil, though he’s still fun (grin). A family fit to be sure!

Welcome Andi!Welcome Andi!

Today I thought about how pets relate to our skills with people. I loved Thunder enough to let him go. I thought of his needs over my own. Though I cried like a baby when he left, he reminded me of the capacity I have to love. Isn’t that a beautiful gift in spite of sorrow? I believe so. Add to that all the affection he incited and yes, once again, I am firm in my belief that pets can bring out the best in everyone.

I’m wiping tears and thinking how blessed he is to be loved so much by so many.

Thunder's new home and family. Wide open spaces. Thunder’s new home and family. Wide open spaces.


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by busymindthinking

When tears are not enough

For a time
The media will publicize your fall
You will be at the forefront
Of the minds of everyone

We will hear of another senseless murder
We will hear politicians praise your life work
Claiming action will be taken
In your memory

We will hear stories from your loved ones
If they have found a voice to speak
Because you took the oxygen they breathe with you

For a time
The media will publicize your fall
Until the next big story

Promises by the government
Will be forgotten or broken
In light of the most current events

We will no longer be privy to the stories from your loved ones
While still – they have no voice to speak
Starving for the oxygen that was the breath of your life

It is in this awareness
I realize
That tears are not enough
And I question
Will they ever be

How many must we shed
Before we are content
To drown in peace

Yes – your story will cease
War will not

But there is a stranger
That will not forget you
Or the sorrow your family feels

Tears will still be shed
With the Hope
That one day
They will be enough
To cause a great flood

They are shed for you
And the many fallen before you

I thought we would have all cried enough by now…


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by busymindthinking

I couldn’t – Until

I couldn’t move the mountain
Until I dismantled it stone by stone
I couldn’t offer forgiveness
Until I’d granted my soul my own

How can we gift to others
What we deny onto ourselves
Tis time to clear the cluttered soul
Evaluate the contents on the shelves

In recognition of self-worth
Look at what you give
Don’t you deserve what you offer
What better way to live

Within is always such a great starting point.

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by busymindthinking

Magic of Christmas

I wrote a letter to Dear Old Santa
For the child in me still believes
The magic of Christmas to grant a wish
A ride on a sleigh o’er trees

Faithfully I stand by the mailbox
Awaiting his response of yes
I’ll take you where you long to go
It’d be my pleasure to have a guest

I imagine your surprise at Christmas
When I’m covered from head to toe
Soot may disguise this woman child
But I’ll clean up real nice in snow

What say you to this proposal
Will there be room beneath your tree
If Santa can drop me off
Will you spend some time with me

(Yes, I am feeling rather playful!)

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by busymindthinking