environgirl @ MindSay

you know sometimes I get the urge to act as ugly as I see others acting and then I remember why I seem to be so lucky so much of the time. Spiritually I got the hook-up.

I don't fight dirty, I don't name call, and I do not behave deceptively...no need, and I do not hit below the belt. I try to choose relationships that are reciprocal and beneficial to all parties. I believe we are more than our worst Mis-DEED. Not everyone shares this sentiment and you know what?

I have found that those who condemn have the same demons as those they condemn and guess what?

I believe they too are more than their worse deeds as well... So keep on keeping on, whether you uplift others or sling mud (some of us do this without recognizing it in our zeal to point it out in others)

I support you on your path to wherever and while you may not support me on mine you WILL respect me or sever contact with me.

That being said, remember a little something I learned in vacation bible school a million years ago (there but for the grace of *insert deity here* go I). To be simpler

I DARE YOU TO GET OVER YOURSELF (the collective-me included)

The universe fights for me. Give it up for a spiritual base ya'll!

We have to believe in something bigger than ourselves.

Otherwise I wouldn't bounce back as quickly and as completely as I do.

How's life ya'll? For me it's looking better and better...Smiles! (goes In the mail on Monday doll, until then, a gift, gift, gift)

She Was A Phantom Of Delight

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon a nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveler between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light. William Wordsworth