25 May 09
PHILIPPINES
Banaue Rice Terraces,
Eighth Wonder of the World,

PHILIPPINES

Banaue Rice Terraces,

Eighth Wonder of the World,


25 May 09
Chocolate Hills

Chocolate Hills


25 May 09
Rice Terraces of Banaue

Rice Terraces of Banaue


25 May 09
Going Home They say there’s a place where dreams have all gone They never said where but I think I know It’s miles through the night just over the dawn on the road that will take me home I know in my bones I’ve been here before The ground feels the same though the land’s been torn I’ve a long way to go The stars tell me so on this road that will take me home

Going Home

They say there’s a place
where dreams have all gone
They never said where
but I think I know
It’s miles through the night
just over the dawn
on the road that will take me home

I know in my bones
I’ve been here before
The ground feels the same
though the land’s been torn
I’ve a long way to go
The stars tell me so
on this road that will take me home


21 May 09
What a poor, impoverished world it would be that had no weeds to defy man’s narrow idea of order or to suggest new possibilities to our too-limited minds. Who can calculate the strength we receive when we see and identify with a dandelion growing from a crack in the sidewalk to bloom brightly amid adversity? It makes me feel that I should be capable of just a bit more, when I see what weeds accomplish on what little they receive.
— KAY HAUGAARD
21 May 09

FarAway

© By Joseph D. Neloff

And the journey started with a song,
a great ballad from yesterday.
The pilgrims plight,
is and endless flight,
to the land called Faraway

On the journey he saw shades of night,
and he passed through skies of gray.
But, he stayed forthright,
as he searched for light,
and the land called Faraway.

On the journey he made countless friends,
and avoided countless enemies.
And he prayed each night,
that he’d earn the right,
to the land called Faraway.

Though, he longed for glory,
his body grew old and fray.
A soul long lost,
is the dreamers cost,
in the land called Faraway.

He lay down in a green meadow,
for he knew his time was nigh.
He relived each scene,
of his minds sweet dreams,
to the land of Faraway.

And though each breath was labored,
each heartbeat found the truth.
And he saw that life,
was both joy and strife,
in the land called Faraway.

And as the darkness took him,
his hopes were bright and gay.
For he’d be one,
with the setting sun,
and the land called Faraway.

21 May 09

19 May 09
19 May 09

“The Sure Thing”


“Now” is the operative word.  Everything you put in
your way is just a method of putting off the hour when 
you could actually be doing your dream.

You don’t need endless time and perfect conditions.

Do it now.  Do it today.  Do it for twenty minutes, and
watch your heart start beating.  You may not be able to
stick with it that long!

At the beginning you can only handle a little of that
dream at a time.  It’s strong stuff.  Much as we long for it,
following our dreams takes a lot of courage.  

It’s as adventurous as you ever need to get in you life.
It’s strong stuff.  Much as we may long for it, following
our dreams takes a lot of courage.

“It’s as adventurous as you ever need to get in life.”

Your feelings of safety will disappear at once, although
you’ve kept job, family, and home.  And your feelings of
boredom will disappear right along with them.

It’s not actually the activity that creates the intensity,
it’s the love itself.”

- Barbara Sher