Friday, May 27, 2005

A Journey Home

We are born, and the journey begins
We have left the life within to go
Outward to live in a world without end
Around and around we go learning to bend

I have left my home that was so sublime
To live in a world that has no rhyme
Around and around we go learning to bend
In a world without end

Time marches on and we grow old
We lived in a world that seemed so bold
We took our chances and stories we told
To the new ones coming into our fold
Around and around we go learning to bend
In a world without end

To some life is short other's oh so long
We wonder and roam searching to belong
Losing ourselves to other's demands
We have forgotten how to make a stand
Around and around we go learning to bend
In a world without end

Tis time to let go and relinquish our find
To once again look inward and see the sublime
As our long journey home has ended this time
Around and around we go learning to bend
In a world without end

by Lynda Hartley 2005

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

A whisper of hope

Today I heard a radio station at live365
that said there is hope for our future
where we will be returning to constitutional
law.

Stay tuned as I will keep on this and
find out just how true this is and if there
really is a whisper of hope.

She said that the Federal Reserve bank is a
private sector that has been robbing us for
years, and that the IRS is a private sector
who gives them all our hard earned money.

We need to get out of the dark people and do
some research and find out the truth about
what is going on in our country. We need to
take a stand and take our lives back so
we can live free, for the people by the people
and start caring about one another before it
is to late and we lose all our rights as human
beings.
For more informtaion go to this site:
NESARA

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

You do make a difference

To all my wonderful reader's a story for you.

Yes, Who You Are Makes A Difference.......

"A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her
seniors in High School by telling them the difference
each of them had made.
She called each studentm to the front of the class,
one at a time. First, she told each of them how they had
made a difference to her, and the class.
Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon,
imprinted with gold letters, which read,
"Who I Am Makes a Difference."
Afterwards, the teacher decided to do a class project,
to see what kind of impact recognition would have on
a Community. She gave each of the students three more blue
ribbons, and instructed them to go out and spread this
acknowledgment ceremony.
Then they were to follow up on the results,
seem who honored whom, and report back to the class
in about a week.

One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive
in a nearby Company,and honored him for helping him with
his career planning.
He gave him a blue ribbon, and put it on his shirt.
Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said,
"We're doing a class project on recognition, and we'd
like for you to go out, find somebody to honor, give them
a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so they
can acknowledge a third person, to keep this
acknowledgment ceremony going.
Then please report back to me and tell me
what happened."

Later that day, the junior executive went in to
see his boss,who had been noted, by the way, as being kind
of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down, and he told him
that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius.
The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive asked
him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon, and would
he give him permission to put it on him.
His surprised boss said, "Well, sure." The junior executive
took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss's jacket,
above his heart.

As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would you
take this extra ribbon, and pass it on by honoring somebody
else. The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing
a project in school, and we want to keep this recognition
ceremony going and find out how it affects people."

That night, the boss came home to his 14-year-old son,
and sat him down.
He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today.
I was in my office,and one of the junior executives came in
and told me he admired me, and gave me a blue ribbon for
being a creative genius. Imagine!
He thinks I'm a creative genius! Then he put this blue
ribbon that says, "Who I Am Makes a Difference",
on my jacket above my heart.
He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody
else to honor.

As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about
whom I would honor with this ribbon, and I thought about you.
I want to honor you.
My days are really hectic and when I come home, I don't pay a
lot of attention to you.

Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough
grades in school,and for your bedroom being a mess.
But somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well,
just let you know that you do make a difference to me.
Besides your mother, you are the most important person
in my life.
You're a great kid, and I love you!" The startled boy
started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying.

His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said
through his tears, "Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room
and wrote a letter to you and Mom,explaining why I had
killed myself, and I asked you to forgive me.
I was going to commit suicide tonight after you were asleep.
I just didn't think that you cared at all.
The letter is upstairs.
I don't think I need it after all." His father walked upstairs
and found a heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain.

The boss went back to work a changed man. He was no longer
a grouch, but made sure to let all of his employees know
that they made a difference.

The junior executive helped several other young people
with career planning, and never forgot to let them know that
they made a difference in his life......one being the boss' son.
And the young boy and his classmates learned a valuable lesson,
"Who you are DOES make a difference".

You are under no obligation to pass this on to anyone.......
not to two people, or to two hundred.
As far as I am concerned, you can forget it and move on.
On the other hand, if you want, you could send it to all of
the people who mean something to you, or send it to the one,
two, or three people who mean the most.
Or, just smile and know that someone thinks that
you are important,
or you wouldn't have received this in the first place.

Who you are does make a difference, and I wanted you to
know that.

Isn't this a wonderful story?

I'm passing the blue ribbon to you, for who YOU are
does make a difference, too."

Author unknown.

Without you the readers this blog would not go anywhere or inspire anyone.
So whether you think so or not, you really do make a difference to me.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Going home

When I was young I was full of light,
I held nothing back and called a spade a spade
I played and jumped and ran around, well, there
was nothing in this world I could not do, so I said.

As I grew and explored my world I kept running
into the same old fact, well, you can't do this, and
you can't do that.

Hearing this all to often I started to believe that
maybe they were right, and the more I listened
outward the more dim the light became inward.

The fear set in as I listened to them, and soon was
dark in my world within.

A robot I had become, doing things to please the
masses and following their every whim.

But! One day I strayed and felt a spark of the light
deep within, the thought accrued as I heard these
words take back your life and protect yourself
from the them, that do you harm.

The fear is gone and once more I call a spade a spade
I took back my life and let the light shine deep within
I can play and jump and run around and turn on the
good old charm.

Joy and peace fills my mind with thoughts of thankfulness
for taking my long journey to be my own, is the only way
to fill your days with love, it only takes a trip inward to a
place that you call home.

by Lynda Hartley 2005

Thursday, May 05, 2005

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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

MOTHER

M is for moonbeams that dance in your hair
O is for ovens and cookies, that smell up the air
T is for teaching and you do it with such a flair
H is for home I can't wait to get there
E is for eternal and the cross that you bare
R is for reminding me that I have someone who cares

Mother's are never given enough credit for who they really are
they are: Doctor's, and lawyer's; cab driver's, cooks; waitresses,
maid's; laundry servant's, teacher's; bank tellers, accountant's;
councilor's, yard worker's; gardeners, record keepers; secretary's,
security guard's; policewoman, jailer; probation officer's, fundraiser;
dishwashers, and host's.
That is all in just one day's work.

Remember your mother on mother's day she is more
then you know her to be.

by Lynda Hartley

Monday, May 02, 2005

In the mist of an awakening

I am there within you
Hidden deep in the recesses of your being
Are you so vain as to not know that
I am in other's also

The gathering of two completes me
We become one looking out and looking in
We speak and the other listens

My voice has taken flight
And in your ears you hear me
Your eyes they see me
And your flesh can feel me

So am I not there with you always
You looking back at me
And I looking back at you
by Lynda Hartley