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Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
Yoshida Kenko

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

Yoshida Kenko



“The time came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud became more painful than the risk it took to bloom.” ― Anais Nin

“The time came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud became more painful than the risk it took to bloom.” 
― Anais Nin

Giving thanks to all that are helping out.
Kristie :)) double smiles to you all.

Giving thanks to all that are helping out.

Kristie :)) double smiles to you all.

“Joy weathers any storm: Happiness rides the waves.” ― Todd Stocker

“Joy weathers any storm: Happiness rides the waves.” 
― Todd Stocker

“You are successful the moment you start moving toward a worthwhile goal.” 
-  Charles Carlson
For you Pete, thinking of you and your goal.

“You are successful the moment you start moving toward a worthwhile goal.”

-  Charles Carlson

For you Pete, thinking of you and your goal.

What do they call a meeting among the most brilliant people in Burger Land? A MEATing of the minds!

Unknown and a little chessy, but cute. Happy Wednesday.

“Life’s just a bunch of accidents, connected by one perfect end.” ― Daniel C. Tomas

“Life’s just a bunch of accidents, connected by one perfect end.” 
― Daniel C. Tomas

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Henry Miller

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Henry Miller



Hang in there.

Hang in there.

At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.
May Sinclair

At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.

May Sinclair