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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
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"All that we are is a result of what we have thought." -- The Buddha
6 comments:
do you find it easy or difficult keeping a marriage working?
or rather what do you do about the times when it becomes difficult?
tut
Word verification jaberwocky test:
Twas brilig and the slithy tothes
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe...
MARK!! What [bad] memories that brings back. We had to memorize that @#%^ poem in 6th grade. I'd just about forgotten it..thanks. ;)
tut-
Yes, marriage can be hard at times. But when it is, we TALK and compromise. Anytime you have 2 people in the same relationship, you have to be conscious of the fact that you're 2 different beings, bringing different perspectives to the table. Listen and empathize. Maybe your partner will do the same.
Dear Tigger,
Close your eyes and repeat in a soft chant:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mame raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch.'
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Then rested he by the tum-tum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One! two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjious day! Calooh! Calay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Glad I could send you back to those fond days of yore
Please tell me you did not type that from memory...
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