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Posted 4/18/2006 12:41 PM (GMT 0)
Good morning everyone!!   I thought I would start a new thread for our positive thoughts here......This is a cute little story.... An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vinny , who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament. Dear  Vinny , I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son. Dear Dad, Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.... Love Vinny At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son. Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love Vinny
Posted 4/18/2006 12:49 PM (GMT 0)
that's a really funny story elisha, good morning to you too even though its afternoon over here.
Posted 4/18/2006 2:08 PM (GMT 0)
I thought it was great story, and a good laugh too, as i have an Italian friend, who's in jail, Named Vinnie, his Fathers getting old and owns a Vinery, and it's something Vince would do,
Posted 4/18/2006 3:42 PM (GMT 0)

This is a story that my Dad sent me when I had finished school and was struggling to find balance with the important things in life.

A Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember this story about a mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor! next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ' I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.
The sand is everything else-the small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important.'

So, pay attention to the things that are most important. Take care of your health - cook with your kids! - spend time with those you love.

Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

Wondering what the coffee represents?

No matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple cups of coffee with a friend...

Posted 4/19/2006 5:09 AM (GMT 0)
Oh i love reading these stories, sure i add a lot, but these others are wonderful too, and thank you all for this pleasure of mine, fill your mind with good stuff, pack it in, and watch what it does in return, if you ponder these things throughout the day,
Els, The Bob Dylan Song, love it, play it often, though i am still unsure that he can sing, but he sure makes those songs howl

"Roses of Life"
I've dreamed many dreams that never came true.
I've seen them vanish at dawn.
But I've realized enough of my dreams, Thank God,
To make me want to dream on.
I've prayed many prayers, when no answers came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers came to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.
I've trusted many a friend that failed
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on.
I've sown many seeds that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.
I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many days without song,
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.
- Author Unknown
Posted 4/19/2006 11:32 PM (GMT 0)
These posts are great!!!  Loved the poem bl.. and that story was so funny atedogs!! You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face... You must do the thing which you think you cannot do. Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962)
Posted 4/20/2006 12:12 AM (GMT 0)
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer
when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie.
She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he
offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave,
but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you look so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with
God."
But before his mother could respond, he added, "...and you know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, "...and you know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. Remember, we don't know what God will look like.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

I love smiles, and love to make people smile....i hope it works ;)
shell
Posted 4/21/2006 4:35 AM (GMT 0)
Hi Atedogs, couldn't help laugh at that too,

"Working Towards What You Already Have"

The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."
The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"
The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever- expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."
"But what then?" asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions?...Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
- Author Unknown
Posted 4/22/2006 10:09 AM (GMT 0)
Anyone got some stories, or poems or song lyric's, anything to keep this going, pleeease

"I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it." --Pablo Picasso

"choose to be optimistic, it feels better." - Dali Lama

The capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest meaning and significance. - Pablo Casals

There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun -Pablo Picasso

"One must have chaos in ones self in order to give birth to a dancing star." - Fredrick Nietzsche

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do. - Bob Dylan

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where two worlds touch. The round door is open.
Don't go back to sleep.
-Djalal ad Din Rumi
Posted 4/22/2006 2:47 PM (GMT 0)
A boy entered a coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?"
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.
Some people were now waiting for a table, and the waitress was impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she said angrily.
The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream."
The waitress brought the ice cream and walked away. The boy finished, paid the cashier, and departed. When the waitress came back, she swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies -- her tip.
shell
Posted 4/22/2006 2:47 PM (GMT 0)
This is for the man with the beautiful voice and heart..... By Alanis Morisette.... An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It’s a black fly in your chardonnay It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn’t it ironic... don’t you think? Chorus: It’s like rain on your wedding day It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take Who would’ve thought... it figures Mr. play it safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole darn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought Well isn’t this nice... And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think? Repeat chorus Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up In your face A traffic jam when you’re already late A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife It’s meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think? A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think... Repeat chorus Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you out
Posted 4/22/2006 11:02 PM (GMT 0)
Ya'll have probably heard this one before, but I think it bears repeatin'

Hope
Optimism
Determination

Every day, an old man walked the beach with a pail, picking up starfish that had been washed in by the tide,
and throwing them back into the sea. One day a young boy stopped the old man and asked, "Why do you
throw the starfish back? Is doesn't matter. They will only wash up on the shore again tomorrow."

The old man picked a starfish out of his pail, threw it as far as he could to sea, and replied... "It mattered to
that one."
Posted 4/23/2006 6:47 PM (GMT 0)
That was great Sadsong! There is no abstract art.  One always has to begin with something.  One can then remove all appearance of reality; one can run no risk, for the idea of the abstract has left an ineffaceable imprint.  It is the thing that aroused the artist, stimulated his ideas, stirred his emotions.  Ideas and emotions will ultimately be prisoners of his work; whatever they do, they cant escape from the picture; they form an integral part of it, even when their presence is no longer discernible.  Whether he likes it or not, man is the instrument of nature; it imposes its character, its appearance upon him. ~ Pablo Picasso
Posted 4/24/2006 1:41 PM (GMT 0)
Sadsong and Shells stories are wonderful, and Elisha the song Ironic is great love the song hidden at the end of that CD too, And as i love art, and the mind set of artists, this last one has to be my fav,
I hope you all go have a look at the one i posted on A/P,

I am reading a book of quotes by the Dalai Lama, one day i hope to go to one of his meetings, definitely one of the giants keeping this world of ours together, with some perspective, I liked this one,

If the basic human nature was aggressive, we would have been born with animal claws and huge teeth - but ours are very short, very pretty, very weak
That means we are not well equipped to be aggressive beings. Even the size of our mouth is very small.
So i think the Basic nature of human beings should be gentle.
Posted 4/24/2006 2:06 PM (GMT 0)
Lao-Tzu(c.565 B.C.) Chinese Philosopher To know men is to be wise: To know one's self is to be illumined. To conquer men is to have strength: To conquer one's self is to be stronger still, And to know when you have enough is to be rich.  
Posted 4/25/2006 1:13 PM (GMT 0)
I love reading all these posts ....great job all .......Keep it up and you will be up to where we are over in A/P lol..........Take care all and God Bless......Lyn
Posted 4/25/2006 2:45 PM (GMT 0)
Stephen King:   The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.
Posted 4/26/2006 1:46 AM (GMT 0)
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether it's better to do nothing and suffer,
Or whether I should struggle against Claudis
And end these troubles. To die, to sleep -
No more - and by sleeping to end all of
These terrible problems! To die, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub....


Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus we want to do something
But our thoughts prevent us
And lose the name of action -

~excerpts from Hamlet by Willy S.
Posted 4/26/2006 4:31 AM (GMT 0)
And in adding to all these wonderful artists and writers, and all those that post here,

All have suffered
and had their doubts
came upon mountains to climb,
that seemed impossibly high,
felt weak and helpless
dis-spirited and alone,
yet in theirs and our darkness,
where sometimes not a light would shine,
a leap of faith across the nothingness
filled the soul with fire
for we are the match
struck against the sky
and the only courage needed
is that to leap
and turn the darkness into light "bl"
Posted 4/27/2006 12:43 AM (GMT 0)
I thought this was appropriate for this time of year (at least in my neck of the woods)...

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
--Emily ****enson
Posted 4/27/2006 10:45 PM (GMT 0)
funny atedogs
Posted 4/28/2006 12:37 AM (GMT 0)

    Hi everyone ,I just read all of your stories and poems ,and I think that all of them are great .I also like the one about agedog wrote veryfunny .Keep up the thread ,doing a great job.

Posted 4/28/2006 12:51 AM (GMT 0)
Your own words are the bricks and mortar of the dreams you want to
realize. Your words are the greatest power you have. The words you
choose and the use establish the life you experience. - Sonia Croquette
Posted 4/28/2006 2:19 PM (GMT 0)
Anna Nalick: You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands "It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said And I offer no sympathy for that I hear that it was you who died alone And I offer no sympathy for that Better off I sparkle on my own And someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I turned around 3 times and wound up at your door Now you say you know all you did not know before And I offer no sympathy for that I hear that it was you who died alone And I offer no sympathy for that Better off I sparkle on my own And someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I got your love letters I threw them all away And I hear you think that I'm crazy I'm driving 95 And I'm driving you away And I shine a little more lately Someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough Someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I shine a little more lately
Posted 4/29/2006 9:37 AM (GMT 0)
Alive Alone

We are all alive alone.
Neither friend nor lover
Child nor mother
Can light our way for very long.
Out of loneliness
Arises the self we never knew.
Out of fear
Comes the wisdom of our ancestors.
Out of impatience
Grows the persistence of old age.
These shadows of our memory
Create new pathways to the soul
So that in being alive alone
We become alive together. Poem by: Nancy Wood
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