A Wise old owl sat on an oak. The more she saw the less she spoke;The less she spoke the more she heard; why can’t more be like that wise old bird. -Author Unknown There is an art to being able to listen to what people don’t say.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this …
I am me. I stand alone in my own skin as an independent thinker. I claim my power. I am not defined by anyone, anything, or by my past experiences. I am defined by who I am and what I choose in the here and now and moving forward. I set myself free, holding onto my own power. Free …
Love Feeds Life.
My Mandala for 2018.