Feeling stuck? Ask yourself, “What if . . .” Let your mind play with the possibilities. Turn on your child light and imagine the possibilities.
Month: August 2021
Today’s Smile 😃
Joe: “When I was a boy, I ate dirt three times a day so I wouldn’t get sick
Pete: “Why did you do that?”
Joe: “My older brother told me to do it.”
✒️ Writers’ Wisdom ~ When a Writer is Really Free to Write
“One day a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.” ~ J. D. Salinger
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🍎 Today’s Health Question ~ Can Eggplant Help Protect Against Cancer?
Eggplant Helps Protect Against Cancer
It’s believed that there are 13 types of protective phenolic acids present at significant levels within eggplant. . . .Cholorogenic acid is found in the cell walls of certain plants and known to be very beneficial in stopping free radicals from forming cancerous cells and leading to cancer tumor growth. In addition to its anti-mutagen and anti-tumor effects, cholorgenic acid is believed to act as an antimicrobial, anti-LDL (bad cholesterol) and antiviral, meaning it protects against various levels of inflammation and disease formation.
🌞 Today’s Inspiration ~ Lose Sight of the Shore
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
🤗 A Better Life ~ It’s the Little Things
Take time to enjoy the little things.
Like a child’s smile.
Like the soft touch from someone who loves you.
Like a victory by your favorite team.
Like the first sip of your morning’s coffee.
There are hundreds of small things in life waiting to be enjoyed. C’mon take a break and enjoy a few
💡 Something to Think About
In relationships, there are times when some things are better left unsaid if the relationship is important.
🌾 Today’s Poem ~ Footsteps of Angels
Footsteps of Angels
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;
He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.
With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.
And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.
Uttered not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit’s voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.
Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!
