Archive for August, 2013

If I Should Have a Daughter

A beautiful poem to share with you…

If I Should Have a Daughter by Sarah Kay.



“If I should have a daughter… Instead of ‘Mom’, she’s gonna call me ‘Point B’.

Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”


She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.


Believe me, I’ve tried. And ‘Baby,’ I’ll tell her ‘don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.’


But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, ‘There’ll be days like this my momma said’ when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises.

When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say ‘thank you,’ because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.


 You will put the ‘wind’ in win some lose some, you will put the ‘star’ in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.


‘Baby,’ I’ll tell her ‘remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.’ Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”1233360_230886613730072_1391782820_n

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The Art of LOVE….

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The spectrum of love merges and focuses all of the arts of living.

Friendship, awareness, happiness, all of the arts of the good life, are brilliant beads strung on the golden cord of love.


Love is the foundation and the apex of the pyramid of our existence.

Love is the “affirmative of affirmatives”; it enlarges the vision, expands the heart.


Love is the dynamic motivation behind every worthy purpose; it is the upward thrust that lifts people to the heights.


Love is the creative fire, the inspiration that keeps the torch of progress aflame.


Love penetrates the mysteries of life.  “Anything,” said George Washington Carver, “will give up its secrets if you love it enough.”


Love is the dove of peace, the spirit of brotherhood; it is tenderness and compassion, forgiveness and tolerance.


Love is the supreme good; it is the overflowing life, the giving of ourselves to noble ends and causes.


Love is down to earth and it reaches to the highest star; it is the valley of humility and the mountaintop of ecstasy.


Love is the spiritual magnetism that draws people together for the working of miracles.  “Ten people banded together in love,” wrote Carlyle, “can do what ten thousand separately would fail in.”


Love is the perfect antidote that floods the mind to wash away hatred, jealousy, resentment, anxiety, and fear.


Love alone can release the power of the atom so it will work for people and not against them.


Love, in the words of the master, is the shining commandment:  Love one another.

The art of love is God at work through you.


Wilferd Peterson.


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