Posts tagged inspiration
Posts tagged inspiration
On February 25th 2004 the love of my life was born.
Her name is Maggie.
She is my sister, my best friend, my joy, my heart, my inspiration, the apple of my eye.
She saves my life every day with her smile and her spunk.
I cannot imagine life without her.
She is my greatest joy and my greatest blessing.
I honestly doubt I could ever love anyone or anything more than this child.
my salute to the late great George Harrison <3
Wilder was initially hesitant, but finally accepted the role under one condition:
When I make my first entrance, I’d like to come out of the door carrying a cane and then walk toward the crowd with a limp. After the crowd sees Willy Wonka is a cripple, they all whisper to themselves and then become deathly quiet. As I walk toward them, my cane sinks into one of the cobblestones I’m walking on and stands straight up, by itself… but I keep on walking, until I realize that I no longer have my cane. I start to fall forward, and just before I hit the ground, I do a beautiful forward somersault and bounce back up, to great applause.
When Stuart asked why, Wilder replied, “because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the truth.”
this used to be on my blog ALL the time omg
He will always be my favorite actor
I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years;I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tearsI hid from Him, and under running laughter. 5 Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated,Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, 10 And unperturbèd pace,Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet—‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’ 15 I pleaded, outlaw-wise,By many a hearted casement, curtained red, Trellised with intertwining charities;(For, though I knew His love Who followèd, Yet was I sore adread 20Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside).But, if one little casement parted wide, The gust of His approach would clash it to. Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.Across the margent of the world I fled, 25 And troubled the gold gateways of the stars, Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars; Fretted to dulcet jarsAnd silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon; 30 With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over From this tremendous Lover—Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see! I tempted all His servitors, but to findMy own betrayal in their constancy, 35In faith to Him their fickleness to me, Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.To all swift things for swiftness did I sue; Clung to the whistling mane of every wind. But whether they swept, smoothly fleet, 40 The long savannahs of the blue; Or whether, Thunder-driven, They clanged his chariot ’thwart a heaven,Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet:— Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue. 45 Still with unhurrying chase, And unperturbèd pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, Came on the following Feet, And a Voice above their beat— 50 ‘Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.’ I sought no more that after which I strayed In face of man or maid;But still within the little children’s eyes Seems something, something that replies, 55They at least are for me, surely for me!I turned me to them very wistfully;But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair With dawning answers there,Their angel plucked them from me by the hair. 60‘Come then, ye other children, Nature’s—shareWith me’ (said I) ‘your delicate fellowship; Let me greet you lip to lip, Let me twine with you caresses, Wantoning 65 With our Lady-Mother’s vagrant tresses, Banqueting With her in her wind-walled palace, Underneath her azured daïs, Quaffing, as your taintless way is, 70 From a chaliceLucent-weeping out of the dayspring.’ So it was done:I in their delicate fellowship was one—Drew the bolt of Nature’s secrecies. 75 I knew all the swift importings On the wilful face of skies; I knew how the clouds arise Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings; All that’s born or dies 80 Rose and drooped with; made them shapersOf mine own moods, or wailful or divine; With them joyed and was bereaven. I was heavy with the even, When she lit her glimmering tapers 85 Round the day’s dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning’s eyes.I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven and I wept together,And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine; 90Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat;But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s grey cheek. 95For ah! we know not what each other says, These things and I; in sound I speak—Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth; Let her, if she would owe me, 100Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me The breasts o’ her tenderness:Never did any milk of hers once bless My thirsting mouth. Nigh and nigh draws the chase, 105 With unperturbèd pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy; And past those noisèd Feet A voice comes yet more fleet— ‘Lo! naught contents thee, who content’st not Me!’ 110Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me, And smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly. I slept, methinks, and woke, 115And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.In the rash lustihead of my young powers, I shook the pillaring hoursAnd pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years— 120My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream. Yea, faileth now even dreamThe dreamer, and the lute the lutanist; 125Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twistI swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,Are yielding; cords of all too weak accountFor earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed 130A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must— Designer infinite!—Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it? 135My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;And now my heart is as a broken fount,Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiverUpon the sighful branches of my mind. 140 Such is; what is to be?The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;Yet ever and anon a trumpet soundsFrom the hid battlements of Eternity; 145Those shaken mists a space unsettle, thenRound the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again. But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwoundWith glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; 150His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.Whether man’s heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields Be dunged with rotten death? Now of that long pursuit 155 Comes on at hand the bruit; That Voice is round me like a bursting sea: ‘And is thy earth so marred, Shattered in shard on shard? Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me! 160 Strange, piteous, futile thing!Wherefore should any set thee love apart?Seeing none but I makes much of naught’ (He said),‘And human love needs human meriting: How hast thou merited— 165Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot? Alack, thou knowest notHow little worthy of any love thou art!Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee, Save Me, save only Me? 170All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms,But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms. All which thy child’s mistakeFancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: 175 Rise, clasp My hand, and come!’ Halts by me that footfall: Is my gloom, after all,Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly? ‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, 180 I am He Whom thou seekest!Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.’
A picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it.
The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother’s womb. Little Samuel’s mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner’s remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.
During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr. Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon’s finger. Dr. Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile.
The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, “Hand of Hope.” The text explaining the picture begins, “The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother’s uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life.”
Little Samuel’s mother said they “wept for days” when they saw the picture. She said, “The photo reminds us pregnancy isn’t about disability or an illness, it’s about a little person” Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful. Now see the actual picture, and it is awesome…incredible….and hey, pass it on! The world needs to see this one!
my edit :)
but ryan ross is NOT a thing.
he’s a person.
and I’d love to know him personally :)
a while back, this story was shared with me. It seriously touched my heart & I hope it touches yours too. :)
“Breakfast at McDonald’s” (- author unknown)
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my
The last class I had to take was Sociology.
The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every
human being had been graced with.
Her last project of the term was called, ‘Smile.’
The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their
I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello
anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I
went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.
It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden
everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
I did not move an inch… an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside
of me as I turned to see why they had moved.
As I turned around I smelled a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell, and there
standing behind me were two poor homeless men.
As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ‘smiling’.
His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for
He said, ‘Good day’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.
The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend.
I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.
I held my tears as I stood there with them.
The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
He said, ‘Coffee is all Miss’ because that was all they could afford. (If
they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something
He just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out
and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.
That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging
my every action.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more
breakfast meals on a separate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a
I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed
gentleman’s cold hand.
He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘Thank you.’
I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you.
God is here working through me to give you hope.’
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.
When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.’
We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of
the grace that we had been given were we able to give.
We are not church goers, but we are believers.
That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.
I turned in ‘my project’ and the instructor read it.
Then she looked up at me and said, ‘Can I share this?’
I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.
In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, instructor,
and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: