Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Sand and Stone

Two friends were walking through the desert. At some point during the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who was slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until they found an oasis where they decided to bathe. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started to drown, but the friend saved him. After he had recovered from the near drowning, he carved on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but; then an entire life to forget them.


Monday, January 15, 2007

Night Watch

I was feeling in a reflective mood today when someone sent me this, so I thought I'd share it with you too.
'The nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy but the Marine interrupted her."Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered."No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me I stayed."

The next time someone needs you just be there. Stay.

We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.
May you all have a peaceful and safe week.'

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

For Anna

I thought I would post this picture for my cyber pal Anna in honour of the seal that has been spotted in the centre of Peterborough. These lazy guys were chillin' off Garinish Island, Bantry Bay, West Cork last year. Clearly from the pose they are the Kate Moss of the seal world.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Mazza's Birthday

This is my very dear friend Mary whose significant birthday is today.

"This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life." Anon.

Happy Birthday Mary, from us all.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Bridges in Bedford

I thought that, in keeping with my bridge posting cyber pals, I should include a couple of pics of bridges that I have come across in my travels. At the bottom is the Bedford Suspension Bridge, dated 1921 and at the top is the Bedford Butterfly Bridge, dated 1998.

'Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.'
Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne