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 Who I Am

 

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Quotations

We are what we repeatedly do. 
Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
Aristotle 

Character is like a tree and reputation is a shadow.

The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

Abraham Lincoln

Who I Am  recorded by Jessica Andrews

If I live to be a hundred
and never see the Seven Wonders
that'll be all right
If I don't make it to the big leagues
if I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
'cause I know exactly who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
the spitting image of my father
when the day is done my mamma's still my biggest fan
sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
but I've got friends that love me
and they know just where I stand
it's all a part of me
that's who I am

So when I make a big mistake
when I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be all right
should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'cause nothing changes who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
the spitting image of my father
when the day is done my mamma's still my biggest fan
sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
but I've got friends that love me
and they know just where I stand
it's all a part of me
that's who I am

I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I am steady and unstable
I am young but I am able

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
the spitting image of my father
when the day is done my mamma's still my biggest fan
sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
but I've got friends that love me
and they know just where I stand
it's all a part of me
that's who I am

That's who I am

copyright 2000 Sony/ATV Songs LLC dba Tree Publishing Co.

Quilting

My Gardening Page

"Nothing is as calming as sipping a hot cup of tea.

The warmth, the fragrance, the soothing ritual of tea

gives respite in even the most hectic day."

 

...taking life "sip by sip, rather than gulp by gulp."

 

The time it takes to steep tea leaves in hot water and savor its gentle flavor,

which is kinder than that of coffee, forces drinkers to slow down and relax for a while,

making it the perfect antidote to a caffeine-charged, cappuccino-crazy world.

 

There is such a wonderful sense of comfort and security in sharing a cup of hot tea with a friend.

The very act of getting out the cups and saucers, sugar and

pitcher of cream or milk is an act of love in itself.

A few of my personal favorites include:

Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The GRITS Guide to Life

(I'm proud to be a "Girl 'Refined' In The South")

 

     

Mental Health Resource Page

     

The Bridge

A traveler alone on a country way
At evening came, cold and gray,
To a chasm, deep and wide
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The planks which spanned the rift and wet,
On the near side gone; the other, set.

The traveler breasted the watery bore,
And crossed with ease from shore to shore.
Leaving the path, he went with the flow,
Returning anon, with planks in tow.
The bridge was rebuilt. The traveler knew
It would carry a load, as good as new.

"Hey man," cried a traveler near,
"You are wasting your time abuilding here,
Your journey will stop at the end of the day,
And you never again will pass this way!"
The traveler paused and turned his head.
He smiled and to this fellow said,

"There follows after me today 
A youth whose feet will pass this way.
This stream which was as naught to me,
To that youngster, a pitfall will be.
He, too, must cross in twilight dim,
Good friend, I built this bridge for him."

adapted from original poem by Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side

And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide—
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”

...used in my younger son's Eagle Scout Court of Honor program...

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