On Joy and Sorrow

I love this and had to share with everyone. Please be sure to visit Jodi’s blog Life In Between.

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A dear friend shared this amazing piece with me yesterday, and I had to share it.  It was in response to yesterday’s post,  Untold Story.

And this photo I took on a brief walk yesterday afternoon seemed to perfectly align with the message in the poem.

On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you…

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A Snow Day Stroll in the Park

Beautiful Way To Spend The Snowy Day, In The Park! Be sure to read the full blog and see the Fantastic Pictures! To Quote Renaissance Runner Girl, “A blanket of fresh snow transforms the world, and making tracks in sparkling powder feels like an adventure even if you’re in your own backyard.”


Well, the Snowpocalypse did not descend on New York City. It was instead a simple storm, with about a foot of snow falling. However, it was cause for a snow day, and who doesn’t love snow days? Sledding, building snowmen, drinking hot cocoa…so many wonderful activities feel more special on a snow day!

Much of Manhattan was pre-emptively closed. The shop windows along every street on the Upper East Side were dark, schools were shuttered, restaurants locked up, and gyms and yoga studios on delayed opening schedules. Even the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the American Museum of Natural History, perfect haunts for a stormy day, were not options. But just because all the places with walls and a roof were closed doesn’t mean there was nowhere to go. After all, the great outdoors is always open. So it was off to Central Park for a stroll for me and for thousands of other…

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Birthday Wish Comes True

It’s been a Birthday Wish Come True and Still Snowing!

Please Don’t Express Your “Hate” Of Snow, I’ve Been Listening to It All Freaking Day!  I Mean If You Had A Wish That I Didn’t Like, There Would Be No Way In Hell I Would Tell You How Much I Hate It And Go And Ruin Your Happy Dance.

It’s Been My Wish Every Year That There Is Snow, Where I Am, On January 26th …. Day Before and After Don’t Count LOL   It Happens Very Very Very Rarely, So You Bet Your ‘Arse’ I Do A Happy Dance.  Last Time Was 4 Years Ago and Yup It Was A Blizzard!  Y’all Do Know They Call Me Suzie Snowflake!!

A Blizzard OH My, All The ‘Haters’ Our There Screaming …… Me I Say, I Got My Wish And Y’all Get A Day Off!

Here’s More Magic Of The Day ….. The Temperature This Morning Was 26 and This Is My 26th Post!

I’m Going To Pass Along My Birthday Wish For All Of You And It’s This ~ May You Always Be Safe And Warm, May You Always Be Surrounded By Those You Love, May You Enjoy Unlimited Happiness And Success And May You Always Have Good Health xoxo

Here’s One Of My Favorite Guys, Dean Martin, Singing Let It Snow!

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Why I Would Rather Try To Find The Funny Than The Meaning Of Life

This is a Great Post from Peg-o-Leg’s Ramblings ! I’m a BIG fan of laughter being the best medicine in life and that Life Without Laughter IS A Disaster! Be sure to click to read this entire post and see the great clip at the end! To Quote pegoleg, “Life is full of fire-breathing dragons. We can’t slay them all, but maybe we can tickle some of them into submission.”

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Some look at life’s journey as a pitched battle, and some as a noble quest. Either way, a smart knight should be prepared for the dragons he or she is bound to encounter along the way. My weapon of choice is a feather duster.

It has only snowed once so far this weird winter.  I took advantage of the unlooked for boon of ice-free roads here in the country last week and went for a walk.  My mood was somber as I set off down the road, well bundled against the bracing cold.  I needed the lift that nature always gives me because I felt lower than I have felt in a long time.

I was thinking about my dear cousin, Moe. She’s experimenting with multiple chemo treatments, locked in mortal combat with the cancer that has spread despite her efforts. We recently learned that her…

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