Tuesday 29 January 2008

Two poems, two photos

I'm nearing the end of this huge paperwork sort out and throw out that I've been having. Well, it seems huge to me! All sorts of things have been muddled up together, no rhyme or reason to it. Amongst all the scraps I came across these two poems, one scribbled down from somewhere, the other torn from a magazine. I thought I'd share them.

What's in a smile?

A smile costs nothing, but gives so much.

It enriches those who receive,

Without making poorer those who give.

It takes but a moment,

Yet the memory of it may last forever.

A smile creates happiness in the home,
Fosters goodwill in business,
And is the sign of friendship.

It brings rest to the weary,

Cheer to the discouraged,
Sunshine to the sad,

And is nature's best antidote to trouble.

Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged,

Borrrowed or stolen;

For it is something of no value to anyone,

Unless it is given away.
Some people are too tired to give you a smile.

Give them one of yours.

No one needs a smile so much

As he who has none to give.


I will not die an unlived life

I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open to me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

Dawna Markova

Both different, both inspiring, both a gentle reminder. I hope you like them.


The weekend bought sun, glorious sun, and so I walked up on the moor. You can just about see St Michael's Mount here, out in the bay, on its rocky outcrop.

This photo shows how all our trees go for the windswept look. Compared to other counties, Cornwall has a distinct lack of trees, and those that do survive usually have a raggedy lopsided appearance.

It's time for some crafting, I've missed it. Just a few loose ends to tie up with all that paperwork, so maybe at the weekend. A bag, perhaps?

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