WHAT COMES OUT OF THE MOUTH CAN DEFILE
Words are not as satisfactory as we should like them to be, but, like our neighbours, we have got to live with them and must make the best and not the worst of them.
(Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks (1951).)
This journal is to help me turn the next pages of my life. The big 4-0 is here!
YOU ARE WELCOME
YOU ARE WELCOME TO MY PARTY
Writing my thoughts always helps me to stay focus. I hope writing on this blog will help me cushion what is on the next page. Follow me as I reminisce to move toward my future.
Twenty Years Ago
Twenty Years Ago
Twenty years ago I was unmarried,beautiful, slim,ignorant about a lot ,thought I had some wisdom,knew where I was going and what I wanted to be.
Twenty years later I am standing but nowhere,listening without hearing,crying silently without tears, singing without joy,living with wonder.
At forty years,I am nowhere near who I ought to
be,just can not say why. Too many lanes are before
me,I do not know where to turn.
ABOUT ME
- STAR GIRL
- Bahamas, Freeport, Bahamas
- I'm short,but smart, there's no other like me. I'm geek but unique, no one can compare. Look@ me! I am married, with two beautiful daughters.I love to cook,read and write. Right now I'm freaking out about grey hairs, they are popping up everywhere. I exercise but still not fit.I feel old,confused,fed-up,and stupid these days. I recently moved to another country, and I am blank as to what my futune holds. I have a strong urge to write about my journey as I turn the pages.I hope to share what is happening at my end of the woods. During this process I would like to connect to other women, who are willing to share their ageing challenges and what they are doing about it. I hope I can be open about all the challenges even the desert spells.
TWO DECADES AGO
TWO DECADES AGO -BEAUTIFUL
WOMAN-WOMAN
WOMAN-WOMAN LOOK @ ME NOW
Friday, July 22, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Do You Know Your God
God is not accountable to anyone: He can do what He pleases. S.R
God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed. ~Saint Augustine
Ecclesiastes 1 (New International Version, ©2011)
Ecclesiastes 1
Everything Is Meaningless
1 The words of the Teacher,[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem: 2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!”says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
3 What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
11 No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
Wisdom Is Meaningless
12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13 I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! 14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind. 15 What is crooked cannot be straightened;what is lacking cannot be counted.
16 I said to myself, “Look, I have increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge.” 17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.
18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.
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