“I confessed recently to an old friend, "I realized I was looking at you, in your visit, through old glasses. Speaking old words. Telling old stories. I realize that in my life I've made so many physical changes and I need to give my spirit time to catch up." Time for my spirit to look at my friend through the new glasses of current life experiences. Old friends are precious. They become even more treasured when they are wrapped in the currentness of life experiences and not relegated to the past in which they once lived.” NeedsGivingLooksMadeStoriesPastSpiritRealizingMy FriendsGlassesCurrentsI RealizedRedemptionLife ExperienceOld FriendsTreasuredNew Relationship Author:Mary Anne Radmacher
“My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.” LongFeelingsPastSpiritLanguageSoundMemoriesDoorsQuietMusic IsMy FriendsFingersDepthDearGentleStringsMelodyJoyfulStrainBreezeRecollectionDepartureQuiverDear OnesCreating Beauty Author:Khalil Gibran
“there have been too many events in my life, and in the lives of my friends, which have defied any kind of scientific explanation. Science does not have appropriate tools for the dissection of the spirit.” KindDoeHas BeensSpiritSpiritualityEventsMy FriendsToolsExplanationAppropriateDissection Author:Jane Goodall