“What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.” – Nelson Mandela

Can you feel the amazing breeze of love filling the air? What a welcoming hug sort of day. May today be filled with many butterfly kisses and dandelion tickles.

There’s love, hurt, fear, hope, joy and peace in these eyes. The weight is sometimes too heavy and causes a blur but the hope and love lift that weight to see

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Why is it the greener they try to be the longer the receipts at the stores become. I purchased one item at the pharmacy and my receipt was longer than my arm.

Today I was able to get away while the kids napped. I was able to run around without lugging diaper bags, a potty seat and kids, and although it felt good something was missing. I’m not talking about the kids as much as I love them and want them with me, what seems like always, it was something else. I used to love being able to run my errands. Go here and there without a care or thought in the world and though today I was able to run around and do things that I missed alone, it was different. Why do I feel like I can’t get that feeling back? Why do I allow myself to feel overwhelmed? I was able to enjoy some alone time with me but I feel like I didn’t want it or deserve it. When I got home after my quick outing I looked at Gio and Isa already up and I smiled. Seeing them playing and giggling when I walked through the door made me feel calmer. I was able to take them in and just put my mind and body at ease. Sorry, it was just one of those days. 

Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don’t concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what’s coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life’s too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember,
That’s part of history,
But up front’s where it’s happening,
There’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It’s looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It’s searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!