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Be kinder than necessary-

Everyone you meet is fighting

Some kind of battle.

 I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do

for you...

And all the times I had the chance to

These days I sit on cornerstones and count the time in quarter tones to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

Small things are best:
  Grief and unrest
    To rank and wealth are given;
      But little things
        On little wings
          Bear little souls to Heaven.
      - Rev. Frederick William Faber,
        Written in a Little Lady's Little Album



The Warmth of A Horse

> When your day seems out of balance
>      and so many things go wrong ...
>      When people fight around you
>      and the clock drags on so long ...
>      When some folks act like children
>      and fill you with remorse ...
>      Go out into your pasture and wrap
>      your arms around your horse.
>      His gentle breath enfolds you as he
>      watches with those eyes ...
>      He may not have a PhD but he
>      is, oh so wise!
>      His head rests on your shoulder
>      you hug him good and tight ...
>      He puts your world in balance
>      and makes it seem all right.
>      Your tears will soon stop flowing,
>      the tension will be eased ...
>      The nonsense has been lifted.
>      You are quiet and at peace.
>      So when you need some balance
>      from the stresses in your day ...
>      The therapy you really need
>      Is out there eating hay!

This is a personal favorite of mine. I have cried over it many times and many have received it from me in special times...

The Grandest Foal

>I'll lend you for a little while,
>My grandest foal, God said.
>For you to love while he's alive,
>And mourn for when he's dead.
>  It may be one or twenty years,
>Or days or months, you see.
>But will you, til I take him back,
>Take care of him for me?
>He'll bring his charms to gladden you
>And should his stay be brief,
>You'll have those treasured memories,
>As solace for your grief.
>I cannot promise he will stay,
>Since all from earth return.
>But there are lessons taught on earth
>I want this foal to learn.
>I've looked the wide world over
>In my search for teachers true.
>And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
>With trust, I have selected you.
>Now will you give him all your love?
>Nor think the labor vain,
>Nor hate me when I come
>To take him back again?
>I know you'll give him tenderness
>And love will bloom each day.
>And for the happiness you've known,
>You will forever-grateful stay.
>But should I come and call for him
>Much sooner than you'd planned.
>You'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
>And maybe understand.


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
    and the world makes you king for the day,
Then go to the mirror and look at your self
     and see what the gal has to say .

For it isn't your mother ,your father or wife
    whose judgement on you must pass.
 The person whoes verdict counts most in your life
    is the gal staring back from the glass.

She's the one to please ,never mind the rest.
     for she is with you clean to the end;
And you passed your most dangerous
      and difficult test
if the gal in the glass is your friend.

You may be like jack horner and chisel a plum
   and think you are a wonderful gal,
But the gal in the glass says you are a bum
    if you can't look her straight in the eye.



IF - Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unfo

rgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!



(a guide for Global Leadership)

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

These are the things I learned:
  • Share everything.
  • Play fair.
  • Don't hit people.
  • Put things back where you found them.
  • Clean up your own mess.
  • Don't take things that aren't yours.
  • Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
  • Wash your hands before you eat.
  • Flush.
  • Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
  • Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
  • Take a nap every afternoon.
  • When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
  • Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
  • Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
  • And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

[Source: "ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN" by Robert Fulghum.  See his web site at  




 Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley




Matthew Arnold



Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;
Ah, would that I did too!

Her mirth the world required;
She bathed it in smiles of glee.
But her heart was tired, tired,
And now they let her be.

Her life was turning, turning,
In mazes of heat and sound.
But for peace her soul was yearning,
And now peace laps her round.

Her cabin'd, ample spirit,
It flutter'd and fail'd for breath.
To-night it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.


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