Watch where you go my feet today,
Some of those paths may lead you away!
Watch what you speak my tongue today
Someone may be hurt by what you say.
Watch what you think my mind today,
Errant thoughts can take you astray!
Watch what you touch my hands today,
That which you hold can stain to stay,
Watch what you feel my heart today,
Spread kindness and love wherever you may!Two Heartshaped Balloons


In the past two days I have received sponsorship from unknown people for the  Leukaemia Foundation Shave that I have just participated in.

It doesn’t take much brain work to know that my dear daughter Claudette is behind this and that this is the “surprise” that I was forbidden to read about on her blog.

I am very grateful to her for whatever scheme she has concocted among her peer group bloggers, and I would like her to pass my gratitude on to Brian and Ian for their generosity. I truly appreciate it! When strangers offer support it’s a big lift of heart to me.

Many people have helped me in this fund raising effort and everyone has my thanks for what they have done. “One can do a little, but many ones can do much”

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!


Getting Old{er}

Sometimes as we age we see the evidence of it in our faces, feel it in our bodies, but perhaps overlook it in our natures or characteristics. I like this piece of prose that brings me down to earth about that.

[Attributed to a Seventeenth Century Nun.]
Lord, you know better than I know myself that I am getting older and will one day be old
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but you know, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind from the recital of endless details-give me wings to come to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter.
I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of other’s pains, but help me to endure them with patience.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksurerness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint-some of them are so hard to live with-but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And give me the grace to tell them so.
{And may I say AMEN!}

How to Cultivate a Wife

Choose a female plant whose shape, appearance and character you find attractive.
Carefully select the right spot for her and tenderly settle her there. [If handled roughly, the stem may break unexpectedly]
These plants usually flourish with a reasonable degree of attention, so be sure to keep well-watered with a strong solution of love and concern –checking that the soil doesn’t dry out- the plant won’t survive if left dry too long.
When watering add a good pinch of humour and a couple of squeezes of cheerfulness. {A little more of each won’t matter}
If the plant seems a little miserable talk gently to it each morning and evening in an encouraging and admiring manner, and you will soon see a marked improvement.
It may also help to change it’s position to where the sunlight of co-operation can reach it more easily, but take care to not let the hot wind of criticism scorch it. It can stand this wind on occasion if its’ from the constructive direction. Otherwise it must be sheltered with a sturdy shade of self-esteem tied round with kindness.
You may sometimes observe a few prickles begin to grow on the stem. Quickly and carefully dust with a good quality understanding applied in fairly large hugfulls, followed by a gentle spray of consideration {you may need to wear gloves!}
The prickles may appear at intervals but almost always respond to the above treatment if it is continued consistently. Of course, no gardener worth his green thumb will omit to supply this precious plant with continuous and copious doses of loyalty.
Will continued care your plant will reward you with years and years of joy in the beauty of its’ blossoms and the sweetness of its’ fruits, which can be harvested at all seasons. If you are careful to follow these suggestions you will discover that on hot or stormy days this plant will become your favourite shady resting place and you will always leave its’ shelter feeling refreshed and heartened.

How to Preserve a Husband

Be careful of your selection. Take only from those who have been grown in a good moral atmosphere. Choose slightly matured-not too young, as the taste may not be exactly what you expected. {it takes a good few summers to produce the best fruit}.
When selected, do not keep them in a pickle, or hot water, this tends to make them sour, hard and sometimes bitter. Instead rinse them gently, as required, in a warm solution of love and kindness, with a few spoonfuls of fun and even a sprig of adventure to flavour the end product.
To prevent the fruit from rolling off your working space, hedge it round with caring thoughts and words of encouragement. I advise adding a dry towel of praise sprinkled with genuine admiration, to mop up any drops of resentment that may have formed if you have been careless in the way you handled the fruit.
All harvestings may not yield the same sort of fruit, so be careful not to use the tool of comparison when asking about others’ recipes or methods of use. This may cause you to forget how good your last years’ crop tasted.
Most varieties can be made sweet and tender by garnishing with patience, well sweetened with smiles and flavoured with kisses to taste.
Then wrap them in a mantle of charity. Keep warm with a steady fire of devotion and serve with the sweetened cream of gratitude. When thus preserved they will fill your larder shelves with gladness and keep for many, many, years!

Sunday Gratitude

Today I was grateful for someone who took the time and trouble to pass on to me a lovely thought that she had about me. It gave me a bubble of quiet happiness inside.
Perhaps we don’t do that enough for other people! It won’t cost us more than a thought and a few moments to verbalise it, but it may make a big difference in some else’s day-and even their life.