Weedvillian Walker: Walking

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Walking

This was one of the roads on my walk this morning. I took my cell phone along and took a few pictures that will be showing here. I've been wanting a small digital camera to take along and realised I could use that and send them to the computer. It seems to have worked. it is a gorgeous fall day in Pa today and I am glad to be off and home for a while. I do work at the Y at 4 today though. If you look far to the end of the road you can see the house and the township building. it is a tiny white dot and is where I walk to. The walk today was over 2 miles. Speaking of walking, my darling daughter, Michelle just did the 4 mile breast cancer walk. That was this past weekend in Vegas. funny thing, it was "Only 60" there and freezing..her words. LOL

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown