JournalThere's a path that leads to Nowhere In a meadow that I know, Where an inland river rises And the Stream is still and slow; There it wanders under willows And beneath the silver green Of the birches; silent shadows Where the early violets lean... All the ways that lead to Somewhere Echo with the hurrying feet Of the Struggling and the Striving But the way I find so sweet Bids me dream and bids me linger- Joy and Beauty are its goal; On the path that leads to Nowhere I have sometimes found my soul. Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
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Flowers
My husband Tim's Lilly. This is his photo from our garden. |
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frighten us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened abnout shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure are you. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us. It's in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Nelson Mandela
And my husband Tim's photo of my father's dogwood tree in full bloom.
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