YIN & YANG

And then I just need a hug Not so you can hold me together, I'm pretty good at that myself now Not so I can talk about it, I was never really good at talking But to tell you In a shaky embrace, that my heart's bleeding.

And it was at that moment, Where thoughts of time & tomorrow flickered excitedly behind closed lids And any chance of rest was vainly sought. Life was good.

17 things for

2. My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness.  | Maya Angelou

3. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honest and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world would do this, it would change the Earth.  | William Faulkner

4. No, is a full sentence.

5. You shouldn't try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you're supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you're supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it's necessary because it's all part of you getting to the next part of yourself, the next day.  | Cecelia Ahem

6. When the world and your mind tells you to settle, you stand up an yell "I am worth more than a timeline!" Because beauty is found in every season, and one does not demand the flowers to bloom until spring has begun...Wait and grow, the sun will come in due time, and you will bloom and show the world your worth.  | T.B. LaBerge

7. If it is both terrifying and amazing then you should definitely pursue it.  | erada

8. Hardships often prepare ordinary people, for an extraordinary destiny...  | C.S. Lewis

9. Sometimes it's okay if the only thing you did today was breathe.

10. It is not easy...to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the slugger. He waits for the moment of inevitability and fate and then he swings, or shoots, or takes up the pen to put down a line. They don't teach us to wait in America; they teach us to grab. But waiting is what we do when we are looking for something beautiful, when we are looking for an end to our sorrow. Nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow.  | Cary Tennis

11. You won't do it at the right time. You'll be late. You'll be early. You'll get re-routed. You'll get delayed. You'll change your mind. You'll change your heart. It's not going to turn out the way you thought it would. It will be better.  | Kate Moller

12. Exist on your own terms.

13. Accept yourself. Love yourself just as you are. Your finest work, your best movements, your joy, peace, and healing come when you love yourself. You give a great gift to the world when you do that. You give others permission to do the same: to love themselves. Revel in self love. Roll in it. Bask in it, as you would the sunshine.  | Melodie Beattie

14. You are entirely up to you.

15. Sometimes, I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.  | Mary Oliver

16. Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.  | C.S. Lewis

17. Write it in your heart that everyday is the best day of the year.

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Remembering these things as we walk across the threshold of the old year and welcome in the new -- here is to 2017 and all that it will bring

two a.m. goodnights

enveloped in everything that we remember, 

long drawn out conversations, 

life, friendship, love, the future,

I feel so close to you right now,

distance has shrunk,

time stands still and races forward,

a minute becomes an hour, 

reluctant realizations of tomorrow turned into today,

I’m in love,

with two a.m. goodnights.

The ambrosial wind...

Unknown

A Summer Day

~ L.M. Montgomery~

The dawn laughs out on orient hills

And dances with the diamond rills;

The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs

The silken, beaded gossamers;

In the wide valleys, lone and fair, 

Lyrics are piped from limpid air,

And, far above, the pine trees free

Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.

Come, let us fill our hearts straightway

With hope and courage of the day.

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,

Has falled on dreams in wayside bower,

Where bees hold honeyed fellowship

With the ripe blossom of her lip;

All silent are her poppied vales

And all her long Arcadian dales,

Where idleness is gathered up 

A magic draught in summer's cup.

Come, let us give ourselves to dreams 

By lisping margins of her streams

Adown the golden sunset way

The evening comes in wimple gray;

By burnished shore and silver lake

Cool winds of ministration wake;

O'er occidental meadows far 

There shines the light of moon and star,

And sweet, low-tinkling music rings 

About the lips of haunted springs.

In quietude of earth and air

'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer