The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake. -Basil Hume, English Catholic bishop
When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. ~Leonardo Da Vinci, artist, inventor, and more
Wherever you go I will follow.
Apart from you I am nothing.
Tethered by specially designed rope we glide
O’er vast fields and towns — our earthly home.
“Relax, I’ve got this” is easy for you to say;
You’re the one in front blazing this trail.
Yet part of me knows without trying too hard
I’m just a heartbeat from certain death.
Seriously? Relax! Enjoy the ride and the view;
Feel the wind currents rise and fall as you soar
Ever higher, never faster, amid the swirling clouds.
No destination, no clock — just you, me, and grandeur.
You have no power and can do little else
But follow my lead. Don’t fret, my friend,
I take my responsibility seriously and won’t fail
To escort you safely back from whence we came.
Note: I noticed these two as I was out and about one day and snapped a photo, figuring I’d find some use for it eventually. The glider in back has no motor; as such, it can only tag along until it’s set loose. The small plane in front does the lion’s share of the towing to reach the proper altitude. Which would you rather ride in? Here’s more info on gliders.
It is a happy talent to know how to play. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet
Did you know one of publishing’s hottest trends is adult coloring books?
Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart. ~Author Unknown
My son (AKA Domer) made his way downtown this weekend to visit friends, and one of their destinations was the annual dyeing of the Chicago River emerald green for St. Paddy’s Day.
There once was a stuffed Christmas goose
Who came to the house in a swoosh.
The dog gave a growl,
The goose gave a howl.
Who knew they’d be friends with a truce?
Note: Poetry form is a Limerick.
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
— Irish Blessing
Happy Birthday to the Best. Son. Ever. — Love you with all my heart!!
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen. ~George E. MacDonald, Scottish author and poet
Surely I’m not the only American who’s had it up to here with the back-biting, mud-slinging, lying, thieving, orneriness of yet another election year, right?
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke, American author and clergyman
Everyone “knows” March is green, right?
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 