You have prepared the flight plan? You got permission? You've polished the broom? Excuse if you remember your duties, but past a certain age you tend to have lapses of memory. Remember eyeglasses if no pads like me last year!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Why Did Marryshelly Create Franentiens
Wonderful Life
New year, new book.
When shaken, demoralized, wondering which way things are, I miss stop in a corner of the world and remind me that La Vita E ' wonderful.
[My father loved photography. Now lives in me.]
The author of this picture has the nickname. Begga.
The His photos are copyrighted, but are published on the web.
have been raised to let you all know, without any intent to award.
have been raised to let you all know, without any intent to award.
His gallery is posted at the photo below that I added.
New year, new book.
When shaken, demoralized, wondering which way things are, I miss
The photographs are as fast means of transport that allow you to travel and discover places you've never seen. Also around the corner. Places told by someone, little worlds in the world, seen through the eyes of those who immortalized. The photograph shows us that the world is a place worth living.
think that life is beautiful does not mean being blind to the pain, it just means it looked at him, and he also looked over, and seeing that there is life beyond the pain: what a wonderful world. [My father loved photography. Now lives in me.]
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Where Can You Get Hormone Free Eggs?
we just left behind in 2010, this year for some and 'be nice for some other' less but now will do 'forever part of our existence and we will have' cmq marked for good or for worse, away I wish with all my heart, a 2011 full of good humor, health and serenity ', a year where our dreams can come true, realize our projects, strengthen old friendships and make new ones, a year in which creativity ', our sincere friend, we can keep the company in times of solitude and comfort it sad moments, a year of great memories and great emzioni.
HAPPY 2011 to all
Home Remedies For Parentheses
Walking
As I wrote in previous posts, in the beginning of this year I always keep in mind the value of time passing. Every single day, hour, minute, are precious. And that, instead of me affannare looking for something important, it makes me stop, smell, breathe, BE. Wait for things to happen, not by accident, but the result of my experience fully the present, as the current in the river of life.
This is the teaching of the past year.
As I wrote, I learned many things.
I ended the year thinking about the lessons already arrived, transcribing not to lose.
Now MammaCattiva reading, I noticed that it also serves a purpose-guide for the new year. She, as with common sense, but not obsessively, rather discreet and useful, it reminds me that maybe, just a start address in the wake of the enthusiasm is not quite the thing more way to go. It also serves a small share of the organization to mark the direction.
So, as one of those "games" in which everyone participates in making its voice heard, write my speech of 2011.
REBUILD.
Over the past two years I have hit a number of "earthquakes".
were sudden and unannounced, as all earthquakes, natural disasters.
The first quake, two years ago in the body.
The second, a year and a half ago in the heart.
The third, a year ago, in the workplace.
The fourth, in the months to follow: in my married life.
These were more or less the epicenter, and everything that was around was so affected, of course.
Each of us knows what happens when a disaster wipes out everything: the first moments of panic are those that follow are of demoralization and dismay, then follows the request of the dry, more or less accepted, and hope someone can help you.
Just calm down, slowly, the water begins an important stage: rebuilding.
Well, I am there.
are at the moment it is important that the debris (Benedict, who they knocked down everything that is tottering, that was wrong, which really was not needed!) Can not only ruins remain to cry, laugh, remember. And
'time outreach sleeves, and look to the future.
Bringing with me the good things (Oh yeah!) Has stayed with me. And start again.
Some say to start at my age is not easy: it's true. But I also say that starting is never easy, and I'm not alone: \u200b\u200bI have next to a person who accompanies me with dedication and great patience in spite of my limitations, I have a daughter that I love and could not have been more-me- teach me, I have a life that in its simplicity can be very beautiful.
I wish that was the turning point: those that give strength to a person's life, which determine one direction with respect to who you are, who want to be. It may be, if I promise.
I fell, I cried, I got up. And now I want to walk.
This is the teaching of the past year.
As I wrote, I learned many things.
I ended the year thinking about the lessons already arrived, transcribing not to lose.
Now MammaCattiva reading, I noticed that it also serves a purpose-guide for the new year. She, as with common sense, but not obsessively, rather discreet and useful, it reminds me that maybe, just a start address in the wake of the enthusiasm is not quite the thing more way to go. It also serves a small share of the organization to mark the direction.
So, as one of those "games" in which everyone participates in making its voice heard, write my speech of 2011.
REBUILD.
Over the past two years I have hit a number of "earthquakes".
were sudden and unannounced, as all earthquakes, natural disasters.
The first quake, two years ago in the body.
The second, a year and a half ago in the heart.
The third, a year ago, in the workplace.
The fourth, in the months to follow: in my married life.
These were more or less the epicenter, and everything that was around was so affected, of course.
Each of us knows what happens when a disaster wipes out everything: the first moments of panic are those that follow are of demoralization and dismay, then follows the request of the dry, more or less accepted, and hope someone can help you.
Just calm down, slowly, the water begins an important stage: rebuilding.
Well, I am there.
are at the moment it is important that the debris (Benedict, who they knocked down everything that is tottering, that was wrong, which really was not needed!) Can not only ruins remain to cry, laugh, remember. And
'time outreach sleeves, and look to the future.
Bringing with me the good things (Oh yeah!) Has stayed with me. And start again.
The new header picture is randomly , the photo of me and my daughter walk together.
Some say to start at my age is not easy: it's true. But I also say that starting is never easy, and I'm not alone: \u200b\u200bI have next to a person who accompanies me with dedication and great patience in spite of my limitations, I have a daughter that I love and could not have been more-me- teach me, I have a life that in its simplicity can be very beautiful.
I wish that was the turning point: those that give strength to a person's life, which determine one direction with respect to who you are, who want to be. It may be, if I promise.
I fell, I cried, I got up. And now I want to walk.
Expected and unexpected
get second life in that 'moment when you cut the veil and six
the other party.
are not prepared enough
but you're always ready,
the natural consequence of being born,
the natural consequence of love, a thought
liquid that makes the mind
that makes you feel all that makes you feel nothing.
how to make a journey to the center of the earth and the moon
regain a new sense.
How does the weight of things,
the value of money, the force of arms,
of tears, a smile, sleep and waking,
air we breathe, the return home.
Now my place is' here,
that your dazzling beauty.
sometimes short of breath,
from there's no going back.
you afraid that the time is not more to your leash,
you afraid that the game is over now
so you are at that intersection between the engagement and disengagement
and you take away from the center, you have to get into space
and then divide the useless from what is necessary,
is no more a day to sit in your calendar, and then calmly
what is
not you say no ...
finally
because whoever comes to light
lights.
Nicolò Fabi.
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