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there’s patience for you…

“YOU MAY NOT BE HER FIRST, HER LAST, OR HER ONLY. SHE LOVED BEFORE SHE MAY LOVE AGAIN. BUT IF SHE LOVES YOU NOW, WHAT ELSE MATTERS? SHE’S NOT PERFECT - YOU AREN’T EITHER, AND THE TWO OF YOU MAY NEVER BE PERFECT TOGETHER BUT IF SHE CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH, CAUSE YOU TO THINK TWICE, AND ADMIT TO BEING HUMAN AND MAKING MISTAKES, HOLD ONTO HER AND GIVE HER THE MOST YOU CAN. SHE MAY NOT BE THINKING ABOUT YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY, BUT SHE WILL GIVE YOU A PART OF HER THAT SHE KNOWS YOU CAN BREAK - HER HEART. SO DON’T HURT HER, DON’T CHANGE HER, DON’T ANALYZE AND DON’T EXPECT MORE THAN SHE CAN GIVE. SMILE WHEN SHE MAKES YOU HAPPY, LET HER KNOW WHEN SHE MAKES YOU MAD, AND MISS HER WHEN SHE’S NOT THERE.” —Bob Marley
“Oh, the comfort,
the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with another person.
Having neither to weigh the thoughts
nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out
just as they are,
chaff and grain together—
Certain that a faithful hand
will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping
and with a breath of kindness
blow the rest away.”
—Dinah Craik on Love & Relationships
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I wanna be better than oxygen so you can breathe
When you’re drowning and weak in the knees
I wanna speak louder than Ritalin for all the children
Who think that they’ve got a disease
I wanna be cooler than TV for all the kids that
Are wondering what they are goin’ to be

We can be stronger than bombs if you’re singin’ along
And you know that you really believe
We can be richer than industry as long as we know
That there’s things that we don’t really need
We can speak louder than ignorance
'Cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet

On and on and on it goes
The world it just keeps spinning
Until I’m dizzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew

I wanna see through all the lies of society
To the reality, happiness is at stake
I wanna hold up my head with dignity
Proud of a life where to give means more than to take
I want to live beyond the modern mentality
Where paper is all that you’re really taught to create

Do you remember the forgotten America
Justice, equality, freedom to every race
Just need to get past all the lies and hypocrisy
Make-up and hair to the truth behind every face
That look around to all the people you see
How many of them are happy and free?

I know it sounds like a dream but it’s
The only thing that can get me to sleep at night
I know it’s hard to believe but it’s easy
To see that something here isn’t right
I know the future looks dark but it’s
There that the kids of today must carry the light

On and on and on it goes
The world it just keeps spinning
Until I’m dizzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew

If I’m afraid to catch a dream, I weave your baskets
And I’ll float them down the river stream
Each one I weave with words I speak
To carry love to your relief

I wanna be better than oxygen so you can breathe
When you’re drowning and weak in the knees
I wanna speak louder than Ritalin for all the children
Who think that they’ve got a disease
I wanna be cooler than TV for all the kids that
Are wondering what they are goin’ to be

We can be stronger than bombs if you’re singin’ along
And you know that you really believe
We can be richer than industry as long as we know
That there’s things that we don’t really need
We can speak louder than ignorance
'Cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet

On and on and on it goes
The world it just keeps spinning
Until I’m dizzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew

"Love suffers long, is patient and kind. Love does not envy or boast. It is not arrogant nor behaves rudely. It does not insist on its own way, is not provoked, irritable or resentful. It thinks no evil; does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." [1 Corinthians 13:4-7]

Salvation Hill, California

Salvation Hill, California

“And, the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all. In the joy of the actors lies the sense of any action.” —Robert Louis Stevenson

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Que pasa…let’s travel with our ears, shall we?