Tuesday, March 8, 2011

To Truly Love...

Take some time today to think about all the people, places and things that you truly love.

One of the best ways to put life into perspective, especially on those days when things aren't going as well as you'd like them to be.


It changes everything. Transforms people. Makes all things possible.
Share some love today. Send a good thought out to someone who is going through a difficult time. Smile at someone on the street who looks sad. Share a hug. Give someone a compliment. Bring an unexpected gift to a friend. You never know what may come of your thoughtfulness. What a difference it might make. And come back to you in a positive way.
Speaking of things that I love.
This beautiful poem by Rupert Brooke is one of my all-time favorites. I hope you enjoy re-reading it too.

An excerpt from:

The Great Lover

These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such -- -
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; -- -
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers. . . .
But the best I've known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.

PS: On a completely different topic. I also have this new post at my product review blog you might enjoy.  It's all about Happy Brushing. LOL Have a wonderful day!


SandyCarlson said...

As life slides in and out of focus....I am grateful for your wisdom.

Geraldine said...

Thanks Sandy, you are so kind. Your continued support means so much. Have a wonderful day!

Hugs, G

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