The Footpath to Peace
To be glad of life,
Because it gives you a chance to love
And to work and play
And to look at the stars;
To be contented with your possessions, but not satisfied with yourself until you have made the best of them
To despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness,
And fear nothing except cowardice;
To be governed by admiration rather than by your disgusts;
To covet nothing that is your neighbors
Except the kindness of heart and gentle manners;
To think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends, and every day of Christ.
To spend as much time as you can, with body and spirit, in
God's out-of - doors -----these are the guideposts of peace.
By Henry Van Dyke.
My sister said she thought of me when she read this poem. After reading it and making, both an intellectual and emotional connection with Henry's words, in truth, the poem fits like a warm well worn glove, comfortably. I am traveling life's road in the right direction.
On Nov. 4, this writer will be 70 years of age. It has been quite a trip already.
As Minnie Pearl would say, "I'm just so glad to be here!"
I have been very busy today. Company is coming to the little blue house at the end of the road. Hollis and Barbara Zook Bogage of Elk Grove, Illinois have made plans to visit us this weekend.
The cook has been in the house rattling her pot and pans and creating messes all morning.
I told tiny Tootie that she could help prepare for our guests, but she covered up with her dragging blanket on the soft couch and I have not heard from her since.
I do not think "Toot" appreciated flour or noodles landing on her black noodle, earlier.
By accident, and because of poor kitchen counter management, I sent some of both toward her.
I think that she felt defeated, because; Tootie Mae can roll up in a ball, but; she cannot lick her head.
However, a gentle brushing and an unexpected treat softened her mood and calmed the nerves of my little sleepy-head.
This country cook sent my new friend in Charlotte a note and a recipe yesterday morning. I affixed the prettiest address label that I could find to the envelope.
Yes, I got it done, Sonya will soon be ready to make those noodles like Mother used to make, nice and thick and not too slick.
I, then, placed the mailing in our mailbox for our very nice, understanding mail carrier to pick-up and he did.
After I watered my chickens, this nut headed to the mailbox. When I looked inside, a smaller envelope was facing me. I had forgotten to place a stamp on it. I owed money.
Some might say that is no big deal, however; a couple of months ago a similar problem with stamps occurred.
This senior was thinking, not only is this old girl turning 70, she is slipping a little too. I reckon that I will not be able to handle labels and stamps at the same time again. I will decide on that after I figure out where those elusive envelopes are hiding.
Today I joined classmates.com again. This is the second time for me.
Several of my classmates, schoolmates and friends subscribe to the site. It is great to connect with them.
Facebook.com is still new to me. I have made and received few comments since my granddaughter set the wheels in motion.
Twenty-two very nice friends (mostly relatives) are on the list. Their fingers pound the keyboards of computers often. I read every line and in between. I silently bleep a lot too. The photos are priceless and everyone appears to be happy. That makes me the same!
Maybe the photo that Lindsay posted of me makes them think that I am not interested in the requests that I honored. My back was facing the camera when she snapped the picture, because she did not want anyone to comment on this weathered woman's wrinkles.
This write is the "Domestic Goddess" with that long blonde hair, tee shirt and short shorts that facebook users see on my wall of the website.
On that day, I was teaching her how to make oodles of homemade noodles, baking pies and enjoying quality time.
Well folks its time to tuck my babies in for the night. Paul Baby and Toot have had a long day and; I promised to split a truckload of firewood tomorrow.
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