Something on friendship. . .

Given the nature of what has been happening on here lately, I thought I'd share this reading that I got today with all of you.  Wherever there are people there will be differences, but if we remember that we all share this common journey and practice tolerance and embrace the gifts of one another all will be well.

The man who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.
-- Marjorie Holmes

We are the masters of our own fate! We carry all of the equipment necessary to meet each new challenge but there is also a long rope trailing behind us.

We are the masters of our fate, but we aren't on a solitary journey. The only way we can climb our own mountains is by doing it with others. We learn to be alone by learning to love and trust others. We carry our own lifeline connected to the love and caring of our friends.

Today let me be grateful for my individuality and also for the ties that link me to others.

Thank you Laureen

We all have our personality "quirks" but we all need to "stop and think" about how what we say and/or how we say it may hurt others ...

Laureen...& S.H.        Thank you.....Well Said!

Sandy

Thanks for sharing Laureen....very nice.

Hugs....connie d

Thanks for posting this. 

Appreciate this!

Jeane

Appreciate the thoughtful post.

I CAME ACROSS THIS MORNING


THE DAYS IN BETWEEN    

Sometimes I need to see my life differently. Like stepping outside it and seeing it from a different angle. Maybe walking around it, underneath it or climbing on top.

 

Better yet, through the eyes of a child. There is nothing complex about what I am about to share with you. In fact, the beauty of it lies in the simplicity.

 

I was talking to a friend about all the things I've been going through lately. We were sitting at a table in an open coffee shop located in the center of a mall.

 

I love coffee and I love conversation.

 

Just as we began speaking a woman with two teenage girls took the table just behind us. They were rowdy and unsettled as they were talking about all the shopping they were doing. Mom reminded them to sit quietly while she placed their order at the counter.

 

Remarkably, they quieted down immediately.

 

"All I want to do is to get through it," I said as we continued our chat.

 

"I know what you mean," my friend replied.

 

Then I said, "When I look back over my life all I see is me dealing with a problem and sooner or later another one pops up."

 

Without hesitation I heard, "What about all the days in between?"

 

I looked at my friend and he shook his head as he said, "I didn't say that."

 

"I did!" a young voice replied.

 

Then from behind him one of the girls turned around, smiled, and repeated, "What about all the days in between?"

 

I smiled. I thought it wonderful that she felt she had something to offer us.

 

"Explain." I said.

 

"Well, this is just my opinion, but people always think about their problems. What about all those days in between? Those days we throw away worrying about what happened and what might happen," she said.

 

"Those days are good days, probably more of those than the bad ones!" the other girl added.

 

Just then the woman returned. "Are they bothering you?" she asked.

 

"No, they helped me see my life differently," I said. "Now I see the days in between."

 

"More of those than the bad ones!" my friend added.

 

What do you see?

 

 

 

MARYLYN

Thanks Marylyn,  That was a very good post as well. . .  have a good night!  Laureen

Oh, I like this! I'll try to think of "the days in between" more often. By the way, I wonder, Marylyn is your name pronounced "Mar-a- lyn" or "Mary Lyn"? Not sure if I've even known.