Thursday, July 27, 2006

Some Unknown Writers Give Us So Much!



You Are Unique

You are absolutely unique.

Enjoy that uniqueness. You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else. You weren't meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else.

You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone's mind, soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.

If you did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history, something missing from the plan for humankind. Treasure your uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share it!

No one can reach out to others in the same way that you can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings. No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your kind of understanding to another person.

No one can be cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to another human being.

Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself away!

See it! Receive it! Let it tickle you! Let it inform you and nudge you and inspire you!


Author Unknown!

Smile God Loves you!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Adolfo Caso's Latest Poem

A hot, muggy day...just the day for a good read...I finished Just a Short Walk on the Beach, by Neal Tyner which obviously had me thinking vacation, vacation...and beautiful water!  I've finished my review and if you're heading for the car right now, stop at the Bookstore...or we'll be posting my review help convince you!

And speaking of vacation, Adolfo Caso, sent me his latest as he's catching up with things while taking his vacation!  What do you think?

The Poem

Undulating to the light breeze,

Resting on the hammock

Between two ancient oaks

At the edge

Of the shimmering waters

Of Big Island Pond.

My eyes flickering

As though the twilight

Were emerging in full

And my consciousness

Giving in to the oncoming sleep.

On each opening of the eyelids

Verdant waters reflecting pines

Along the deep edge of the forest

And liquid red and yellow

Painting canvasses

With the brush of a master.

In building my poem,

How to infuse the words

With the rippling colors?

How to choose words

To carry my conscience?

Closed, my eyelids screen

Morphing images without origin,

Beyond fantasy,

And, to end in disappearing details

Without destiny—

Frightfully mesmerizing

As to break my

Virgilian séance:

If I were a master of the brush

I could create a new earth

All the while knowing

The world is always the same

And never changing.

Full clouds reflecting

On a patch of sparkling water,

Eliminating their distance

While tiny ripples of bubblets

Spring upwards from within the earth

Breaking the surface of the water,

Without noise.

Water being the conduit to new forms,

Will it be the egg for a new speckled trout?

Or, the genesis of a pup?

Errant thoughts

Without dimension or perspective

Confusing the mind

Until the sleep turns off the screen

And I am dead

To a world in paradise!

First a rustling,

Then a tug at the hammock,

My eyes open onto little Elizabeth

Full of red hair.

My arm extended

She climbs aboard,

Without a word:

Stretching her legs along my side,

One hand on my bountiful belly,

Her head snug into my chest,

Both sharing paradise.

Suddenly, all confusions cleared:

Elizabeth is the poem! (U)

I'll never know how such beautiful words can evolve into a perfect little story...yet that is what happens, doesn't it!  If you enjoy poetry, you MUST check out Adolfo's new CD now available at Amazon!  If you need to check out my review first, here's the link and we'll be updating our site to highlight its availability soon!

Take enough books on your vacation and Happy Reading!


On of my email friends sent the following...I liked it enough to share with you!

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.  Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups:  porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite, telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones.  While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee, in most cases it is just more expensive, and in some cases even hides what we drink.  What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and then began eyeing each others cups.
Now consider this:  Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money, and position in society are the cups.  They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.  Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.