From WHEREVER you are... YOU!
There are two types of people--those who come into a room and say, Let's make that four kinds. There is a third who does neither.
Be multi-dimensional!
This site contains inspirational thoughts and
pictures. There are tastefully selected midis here to compliment the view,
Never Fade Away
Tribute to September 11, 2001
These pages were initially composed on a big screen TV with WebTV,
We are the music makers,
My wish for you is that you reflect on your own life and the magnificant potential which you possess. Come now and escape with me on a
Life is a stage...you are the
star.
You will find some very nice people have been through here. Thanks! View My Guestbook
You Are Special Visionary No.
DEDICATION
AS one who, walking in the twilight gloom,
So walking here in twilight, 0 my friends!
If any thought of mine, or sung or told,
Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown!
Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
The pleasant books, that silently among
Perhaps on earth I never shall behold,
Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away,
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends,
Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk,
Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest,
--HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
'Well, here I am!'
and those who come in and say,
'Ah, there you are.' ~ Frederick L Collins
And a fourth who does both!
Some days... some days, you need inspiration...
And some nights are worse.
So this page was made to pick me up on those days or nights.
I hope you leave here with a smile or a glow or
a greater inner strength and resolve.
so you may wish to adjust your volume accordingly.
a wonderful diversion for me.
I am currently using a PC.
You may enter by clicking on my Site Map or
"Begin the Dance", which a tour of five pages designed to lift your spirits.
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY (1844-1881) - ODE
Won't you please
come...
I encourage you to view and sign my guestbook.
And if you have a site, please
leave your link so that I may return your visit
and that others may visit you, too!
You see, this is a social thing.
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Hears round about him voices as it darkens,
And seeing not the forms from which they come,
Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens.
I hear your voices, softened by the distance,
And pause, and turn to listen, as each sends
His words of friendship, comfort and assistance.
Has ever given delight or consolation,
Ye have repaid me back a thousand-fold,
By every friendly sign and salutation.
Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token,
That teaches me, when seeming most alone,
Friends are around us, though no word be spoken.
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire, and all the rest is mystery!
Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces.
With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance;
Therefore to me ye never will grow old,
But live forever young in my remembrance.
Your gentle voices will flow on forever,
When life grows bare and tarnished with decay,
As through a leafless landscape flows a river.
Being oftimes of different tongues and nations,
But the endeavor for the selfsame ends,
With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.
Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion;
Not interrupting with intrusive talk
The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean.
At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted,
To have my place reserved among the rest,
Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited!
