Hey BP! I am a 39 year old single mom raising a fantastic 14 year old son. My mom has developed cancer, and I homeschool my son, who is on the Autism Spectrum. I live just outside of Harrisburg in PA. (no, not philly! LOL) Respect is just a minimum and I wont give or take anything less. So all you players and ballers on here can get to steppin cuz you won't get anywhere with me. **This just has to be said** If you aren't within 30-45 mins driving distance DO NOT HIT ME UP FOR A DATE! I am not into people several states or continents away! :)
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle
You are the Moon card. Entering the Moon we enter the intuitive and psychic realms. This is the stuff dreams are made on. And like dreams the imagery we find here may inspire us or torment us. Understanding the moon requires looking within. Our own bodily rhythms are echoed in this luminary that circles the earth every month and reflects the sun in its progress. Listening to those rhythms may produce visions and lead you towards insight. The Moon is a force that has legends attached to it. It carries with it both romance and insanity. Moonlight reveals itself as an illusion and it is only those willing to work with the force of dreams that are able to withstand this reflective light.
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Happiness
Happiness is like a crystal
Fair and equisite and clear,
Broken in a million pieces,
Shattered, scattered far and near.
Now and then along life`s pathway,
Lo! Some shining fragments fall;
But there are so many peices,
no one ever finds them all.
You may find a bit of beauty
Or an honest share of wealth,
while another just beside you
gathers honor, love, or health.
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
Broken is the perfect ball.
And there are so many peices,
No one ever finds them all.
Yet the wise as on they journey
Treasure every fragment clear,
Fit them as they may together,
Imagining the shattered sphere.
Learning to be ever thankful,
Though their share of it is small;
For it has so many peices,
No One Ever Finds Them All
By: Priscilla Leoarnard
Who Are My People?
MY people? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation Worshipped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
MY people? Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born, where men spoke my language... I was a stranger there.
"My people," my soul cried, "Who are my people?
Last night in the rain I met an old man. Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered me The shelter of his patched umbrella
I met his eyes. . . . And then I knew. . .
By: Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni
IT COULDNT BE DONE
SOMEBODY said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one - Who wouldnt say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of the grin - On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing that couldn't be done and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: "Oh you'll never do that! At least no one has ever done it!"
But he took off his coat and he took of his hat, And the first thing we knew he'd begun it!
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing that couldn't be done and he did it!
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done. There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing that "cannot be done" and you'll do it!
By: Edgar A. Guest
Not a Thing You Can Do...
There's not a thing you can do to me,
Not a thing at all;
Not a thing you can do to me
To make me fall.
You can play the mean games you want to play.
You can say the mean names you want to say.
But I will still rise at the end of the day...
Cuz' there's not a thing you can do to me.
There's not a thing you can do to me,
Not a thing at all
Not a thing you can do to me
To make me fall.
There aint nothing you can do to me
That aint already been done
What makes you think
That You'll be the one;
To cut me down to size.
I've got super-powers in my thighs!
There's not a thing you can do to me,
Not a thing at all
Not a thing you can do to me
To make me fall.
You can spit at me & you can despise!
You can avoid looking into my eyes!
You can spread your rumors and lies
But in the end. . .
I still rise.
Cuz there's not a thing you can do to me.
Not a thing you can do to me -
that hasn't been done before.
You've lost your power over me,
See, I don't fret anymore.
You can take my money, my home, my man.
You can strip me of both title and land.
Honey, I have GOD holding my hand!
There's not a thing you can do to me.
By: Rachel Limas
