Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while
A great wind is bearing me across the sky.
- Ojibwa Saying
Pity is a waste of time and good heart resources.
My life is this because I choose it.
It changes when I look to the greater good of all.
If I am humanly capable.
It's cold outside today, and my short walk was completely invigorating.
It helped me feel alive...
and the sun is also shining inside and out...
3 comments:
heyy Aunt Ellen,
that is rlly good poetry you do.
it's wonderful. =)
by the way, i changed the URL on my blog, the URL now is:
hollistergirl97.blogspot.com
mmkay?
i'll ttyl.
luv ya,
savannah<333
Hi sweetheart. It's wonderful to see you checking out my blog. I do love you so. I liked it when you stopped by the other night. Maybe you can do that more often...
Come on Ellie, we'll walk to town for a moca bravá, it's only 13 miles, or we can swim the river to canada for a spot of tea. Behind the clouds of self pity the sun is always shining, and so are you.
Oh, and if by chance on our walk to town a courger, or grizzly should start to track us...girl I know you would learn to fly to stay alive.
Keep shining girlfriend, I need the vitamins.
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