Sculptor's Attitude

Sculptor's Attitude
Author Unknown
"I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friend or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provide shelter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a GREAT DAY……unless you have other plans."

Moondance

The following are lyrics to Moondance a great Van Morrison song.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Chorus

Repeat 1st Verse

One more Moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love



Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Chorus

Repeat 1st Verse

One more Moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

NYC 

My son in the snow 

Winter in North Bergen 

Winter in North Bergen 

Tsunami

R. Milian

The great waves covered the houses and little huts like
huge fishermen’s reds extending in different directions.
No fish were caught but the dead bodies of countless souls whose lives
were interrupted by the powers of nature.

Headlines round the world cry the number of people who perished,
but no one measures the tragedy in human terms.

But I ask myself, “Who were the children who died and whose futures were robbed?”
“Who was the old woman sleeping beautifully never to awaken from her dead dreams?” Who was the man who had the hopes of becoming somebody in order to provide for his family?”
The world reflected on that day for a few seconds, minutes, perhaps somebody shed a tear, but for those souls life was extinguished without any anticipation, yet those who survived will try to recapture their futures

Henao's thoughts

Hola mi gente,Por aca les cuento que el frio se nos vino encima y esta vez parece que si es en serio. La vida sigue normal, solo una vestimenta apropiada para la temporada hace la diferencia. Se duerme mejor en las noches aunque la levantada en las mananas no es tan natural como suele ser en los otros meses de ano. Ya no se escucha mas el canto de los pajaritos ni tampoco la bulla de los patos. El invierno tambien les cayo a ellos no importando lo irrelevante y curioso que seria ver a un pato con bufanda y sombrero o a un pajarito con guantes y medias de lana. El invierno es para todos o mejor dicho para casi todos, ya que en otras partes del mundo estaran disfrutando o lidiando a su manera con unos calores insoportables.Es epoca de encierro y aquel que tuvo la fortuna de tener hijos si no se siente un poco mas padre en el invierno, con seguridad en el verano se sentira mucho menos. Los dias cortos y las noches largas hacen que las familias compartan mas tiempo de lo usual. Los ninos lo agradecen y nosotros los que los trajimos a este mundo sentimos una gran satisfaccion al verlos crecer lentamente y correr cada dia mas rapido. A mi personalmente me gusta el invierno algo que ni siquiera los americanos viviendo toda una vida por estos lados se aguantan ni soportan especialmente aquellos que entraron triunfalmente a la tercera edad.Ni las nevadas ni tampoco las bajas temperaturas impediran que nuestro Presidente, George W. Bush comience su segundo periodo en la casa blanca aunque lo haga con muy negras intenciones para estos proximos cuatro anos. Este ha mostrado un poco de sensibilidad hacia las victimas del desastre natural llamado Tsumani enviando una cifra minina de dinero, pero se ve bastante inhumano con las otras 100,000 victimas de ese desastre creado por la ambicion humana llamado Irak o mejor dicho la gerra de Irak. Ojala que este presidente no se las tire de Alejandro Magno ni mucho menos de Hittler tratando de conquistar al mundo, cosa que podria pasar, ya que fue eligido por una gran mayoria de votantes autistas que decidieron no solo no ver una realidad en frente de sus ojos, sino que con su voto estan decidiendo el futuro que nos espera. Es hora donde el optimismo se nos presenta como la mejor herramienta para sobrevivir ante esta triste realidad de muertos e injusticias. En medio del invierno y bien resguardados en un espacio reducido llamado hogar con ventanas cerradas y selladas para que no se nos escape el calor humano que todavia muchos tenemos en este mundo, solo nos queda seguir viviendo y todavia poder gozar los momentos gratos que la vida nos ofrece.Un saludo muy caluroso en medio de este frio invierno.Bye
andres

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Something to think about

If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

" A positive attitude may not solve every problem but it makes solving any problem a more pleasant experience."

Dream Deferred

Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

A Nine Month Performance

R. Milian

Who is he?
Who is she?
Those are the questions that I am currently pondering before
my wife gives birth to our second child.

It’s only been a month since I was told the news.
My invisible audience claps and shouts, “ Bravo, Bravo,” I oblige
bowing to their generous applause.

I wish I was the star of this show, but I must recognize I am only in the supporting
role.

My wife, the star of the show, begins her nine month engagement and
deserves all the accolades.

The spotlight is on her for the rest of the next nine months
until the climax of the show brings down the final curtain, not with shouts of
“bravo, bravo,” but with cries of jubilation.

This is just to say

William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Life is Fine

Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!