Today is 7 8 9
7th month 8th day 09
It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, that we will begin to live each day to the fullest; as if it were the only one we had.
~Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross~
I love the book The Little Prince and I loved this tribute to Michael Jackson
yesterday quoted by Brooke Shields from the book The Little Prince
In her tribute to Michael Jackson at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, Brooke Shields explained that she saw the singer like the titular character in "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
In her reference to the book and Jackson. "What moves me so deeply about this sleeping prince is his loyalty to a flower," explained the actress, telling the audience to remember Jackson not as the king of pop, but the little prince. In the book, the prince lives on a barren asteroid, caring for a little rose.
She quoted the line about the fragile, beautiful side of life we often overlook, taken here from Wikiquote: "Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes."
Posted on Facebook by my beautiful friend Dani
I had to share it with all of you
I love you Dani
Take time ...to notice the dewy web clinging cautiously to the morning grass.
Take time ...to feel the fire's warm glow, and hear the crackling wood as it sparks randomly upwards.
Take time ...to smell the sweet aroma of cookies wafting from the bustling kitchen.
Take time ...to appreciate the laughter of children enjoying the first days of Spring.
Take time ...to listen of the rushing stream as it glides swiftly under fallen limbs and over mossy pebbles.
Take time ...to admire the diligence of the chattering squirrels seeking stores for their winter nests.
Take time ...to wonder at the intricate crystal patterns frosting early morning windows.
Take time ...to notice arid, shriveled leaves crunching with each step, along the tree-lined path.
Take time ...to watch Autumn's crispness paint changes from branch to branch, decorating the landscape for a short time.
Take time ...to feel the cool breeze blowing in the promise of a summer rain.
Take time ...to hear the clicking crickets echoing in the blackness.
Take time ...to count the stars as they emerge from the graying sky, one by one filling the dark.
Take time ...to hear the lapping waves pound against the grainy surface, then recede in answer.
Take time ...to enjoy the fragrant scents of blooming newness and life, sprouting an array of colors where brown slept many long months.
Take time ...to follow a firefly as it winks across open-air chasing the evening silence.
Take time ...to share a smile.
Take time ...to give a hug.
Take time ...to acknowledge a kindness.
Take time ...to tell someone you care.
Take time ...to say, I love you
Barbara S. Gosa
Photographs some of my relatives in North Carolina
Photograph courtesy of Michelle
Fuji Mum on our Kitchen Table..........