Category Archives: Love Life

Do It Anyway: A Poem And A Prayer…

Do It Anyway: Lovers passionate kiss

Do It Anyway: Lovers passionate kiss

In 1968, Dr. Kent Keith, a young college student leader, wrote a booklet to help other youth leaders. It was titled: The Paradoxical Commandments. Years later, the poem/prayer surfaced as an amended version attributed to Mother Teresa; renamed Do It Anyway. It was inscribed on a wall in her living quarters, and many who passed through stopped to note and cherish the inspiring words.

This version is attributed to Mother Teresa
People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
Dr Kent Keith Original author/copyright

People still associate it with her name but the author is Dr. Kent Keith. I have added both versions to this post; the first version, (above), renamed Do It Anyway, is attributed to Mother Teresa and known and cherished by many people around the world. The original version, (below), started life as The Paradoxical Commandments and was crafted by Dr Keith. Have you ever come across a creative project attributed to someone else?

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Remembrance: Happy Father’s Day

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” Rumi

Inspiration: Happy Father’s Day… my light on the fearless path

You might not be here
But I know your spirit’s near
Each tear and smile … caught

Whenever I’m down
Your comforting light appears
Telling me: Be Strong!

Happy Father’s Day
My light on the fearless path
Guiding me each day

Each Father’s Day, I experience my father’s absence differently. Some years, the memories are wistful, and other years they are reflective. However, one thing remains constant and that is my gratitude for his influence on my life. I know we each come to this conversation with different stories, but, my prayer for each of us is that we will use our experience and memories of this precious relationship to make a positive impact on someone’s life. Happy Father’s Day to you and yours.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

“In the end, it all comes to choices to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.”  Amber Frey

Weekly Writing Challenge: LIfe Around the suburban Block. Emma came round to say hello!

Weekly Writing Challenge: LIfe Around The Suburban Block. Emma came round to say hello!

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block. Farm life thrives amid verdant meadows

I live in the suburbs. We’ve all heard the jabs and jokes about the sterility and paranoia of suburban life. Some of it is probably true, but all of suburban life isn’t picket fences, mowed lawns and lives of quiet desperation.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block – Local folk enjoy the quiet

I live in the suburbs. We do find ways to connect with each other, albeit briefly. You see, once the kids fly the coop and PTSA volunteer jobs fall to the wayside, unless you choose to stay connected with moms from the school years, life can become deadly quiet… But we do connect on the aqueduct, in town, at the train station, by the Hudson River, when a neighbor’s dog wanders into our yard or when word spreads that someone desperately needs help…

One day, Emma wandered into my yard and I left my home to find her owner. I was concerned. I called the cops. I walked to the end of the cul de sac. I found her owner and we connected; neighbor to neighbor. In my determination to find her owner, I crossed a thresh-hold of dead solitude and found a smiling face. Life around the suburban block has barriers, but we lift them when we have to.

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