This wonderful little poem 
by the late  Robert E.  Farley
has many great tips for
keeping ourselves happy and productive:  



Think  of  the  things  that  make  you  happy,
Not the things that make you sad;


Think of the fine and true in mankind,
Not its sordid side and bad;


Think of the blessings that surround you,
Not the ones that are denied;


Think of the virtues of your friendships,
Not the weak and faulty side;

Think of the gains you've made in business,
Not the losses you've incurred;


Think of the good of you that's spoken,
Not some cruel, hostile word;


Think of the days of health and pleasure,
Not the days of woe and pain;


Think of the days alive with sunshine,
Not the dismal days of rain;

Think of the hopes that lie before you,
Not the waste that lies behind;


Think of the treasures you have gathered,
Not the ones you failed to find;


Think of the service you may render,
Not of serving self alone;


Think of the happiness of others,
And in this you'll find your own !

This little known natural wonder
 
lies just east of 

Las Cruces, New Mexico, 

neighboring our government’s 

White Sands Missile Range.  


Pure white gypsum sand 

covers  275 square miles 

and visitors can enjoy it 

free of charge !




It  all  brings  to  mind  the world’s  greatest  intellectual,

Jesus, 

{ who  wandered the wildreness for forty days and nights }

and his infamous quote,

“Peace  I  leave  with  you,

My  peace  I  give  unto  you:

Not  as  the  world  giveth,  give  I  unto  you.

Let  your  heart  not  be  troubled, 

neither  let  it  be  afraid.” 

John 14:27

Sounds good to me.

How ‘bout you ? 

 

SOMEONE  LOST  THEIR  MARBLES

in the desert of
 Las Cruces, New Mexico.

I  know  because

I  FOUND  THEM !!!

Funny  thing  is
 that  I  found  each  one
on  consecutive  days
 and  in  varying  locations,
 miles  apart,
 as  I  was  rock  hunting
around  the  region.


I  can  only  surmise  that  losing  one’s  marbles
in  the  wastelands  around  Las Cruces
is  a  rather  common  occurrence…

-  OR -

 ... the  gods  had  me  strolling  in  the  same  path
as  the  one  poor  soul  who  lost  them  all. 

COINCIDENCE  ? 

What are the odds ?


So, if  you  are  the  sad  soul,

{ or souls },

who  lost  their  marbles  in  the  desert,

PLEASE  e-mail  or  LEAVE  A  COMMENT
with   a   description  of  them

-  AND  -

IF  IT'S  A  MATCH,
 
I'LL  SEND  THEM  BACK  TO  YOU

ASAP ! 

I  really  don’t  need  anyone  else’s  marbles.

I  still  have  all  of  my  own.

I  know  because  I  checked.

Thank you.


In the meantime, 

supposing   that   Abraham Lincoln   was   correct   when  he  said,



“MOST  FOLKS  ARE  ABOUT  AS  HAPPY 


AS  THEY  MAKE  UP  THEIR  MINDS  TO  BE.”,

just  for  today,

I  WILL  BE  HAPPY  !
 
How ‘bout you ?

1. 
Promise yourself
to be so strong that 
NOTHING
 disturbs your peace of mind.


2. 
Promise yourself
 to talk health, 
happiness and prosperity
 to every person you meet.


3. 
Promise yourself
to make all your friends
 feel that there is
something in them.






4. 
Promise yourself
 to look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.


5. 
Promise yourself
 to think only of the best,
to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.

6. 
Promise yourself
to be just as enthusiastic about
the success of others
as you are about your own.

7.
Promise yourself
 to forget the mistakes of the past
 and
to press on to
 the greater achievements of the future.

8.
Promise yourself
 to wear a friendly countenance
 at all times
and
 give every living creature you meet
a smile.

9.
Promise yourself
to spend so much time improving yourself
that you have no time left to criticize others.

10. 
Promise yourself
 to be
 too large for worry,
too noble for anger,
too strong for fear,
and
 too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

As stated  by
Christian  D.  Larsen
   

It was June of 1981
when my husband,
Dominic J. DeFilippo
was honoured
for the first time
by the
NYC Police Department
for having single handedly apprehended a serial killer
on East 37 th. Street in Manhattan
just as two women were
being attacked with
a seven inch blade.

It would be Dominic's first
NYC Police Department Award,
but not his last.

He and his son,
Paul DeFilippo,
had earned the reputation
of being NYC Crime Fighters
in the Murray Hill Section,
and were given the nickname
"The  Wedges".

I was proud to be called
the
"Wedgette".

Yes...we were vigilant
in keeping the
69 Unit Apartment Building
we managed, lived in and had our Motion Picture Studio,
free of crime
and have collected
many stories to tell.

It brought tears to my eyes
to hear the news
of the death of our
Mayor Ed Koch
this week.

It was my fault
in being so enamored
with the Mayor
that I missed the shot
when my sweetheart
shook Mayor Koch's hand.

It's the single photo op
I regretted having missed the most
thus far.

Although he was extremely intelligent,
sharing witty remarks,
he came off as a humble clown,
his slacks sitting sloppily low
and more wrinkled than not...
as if he had been sleeping in his clothes,
and yet,
Mayor Ed Koch was
always ready to
send a genuine smile.

He was real;
not like the unapproachable
egomaniacs that seem to have
taken over the political arena.

Mayor Ed Koch was
fascinating
with his
unusual character
and I found myself
actually listening when he spoke.

Rest in peace, Mayor Koch.

God bless you
for your authentic love of
New York City and its People.

" I paused to listen
to the silence.

My breath,
crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze
gentler than a whisper. 

The wind vane pointed
toward the South Pole. 
Presently the wind cups
ceased their gentle turning
as the cold killed the breeze. 

My frozen breath hung
like a cloud overhead.

The day was dying,
the night was being born,
but with great peace. 

Here were the imponderable processes and forces
of the cosmos,
harmonious and soundless. 


HARMONY,
that was it ! 

That was what came out of the silence -
a gentle rhythm,
the strain of a perfect chord,
the music of the spheres,
perhaps.

It was enough to catch that rhythm,
momentarily to be myself a part of it. 

In that instant I could feel no doubt of man's oneness with the universe. 

The conviction came that
that rhythm
was too orderly,
too harmonious,
too perfect to be a product of blind chance -
that,
therefore,
there must be purpose
in the whole
and that man was part of that whole
and
NOT
an accidental offshoot.

It was a feeling that transcended reason;
that went to the heart of man's despair
and found it groundless. 

The universe is a cosmos,

NOT  a  chaos;

man is as rightfully a part of that cosmos

as are the day and night."

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
{ finding peace and God in the frigid twilight }