Without empathy you have lack of concern.
Without love you allow indifference and intolerant thinking.
Without compassion your soul is stagnant.
Without possibilities you have no hope.
In having empathy you will learn consideration.
In loving you will see things on an equal basis.
In being compassionate you will flourish.
In believing you will have hope.
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Hey guys!
Been practicing making, dyeing, and laying Fondant for my daughter’s wedding cake.
I never knew how simple it is. My husband has the strong hands with which to work it. Thank goodness for that.
He is making her a three-tier wedding cake. Her colors are red and green. We are going to make it tied the looking. She wants it to match her dress. It will also be an outdoor wedding which requires careful planning, as to the manner of, how to keep the cake from melting. This is why we choose to make fondant. Hopefully it will hold up way better than frosting or icing.
I can’t wait to see the finished product. The inside will be tied dyed looking too. It will be great.
I will show photos of it when finished. Hopefully. She is getting married on Wednesday. So I might not post a lot. Please forgive me for that. I am also making the food, so I will be busy, to say the least.
Exciting time here.
17, 15, and 10 1/2 inch zucchini. I am getting some huge zucchini this year.
It is fun watching my seedlings do so well.
I will finish by saying, Hello to you all and thanks for reading, sharing, supporting, and liking my posts. You make it all worth while. Remember you are worthy of great things, love, and peace.
I shall see you all on this side of the rainbow.🌈🌈🌈🌈
MwsR❤️
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Extreme By MwsR
Everything is necessary
When nothing is not a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you it will no doubt come , my friend.
It is difficult sometimes , more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than our own might.
We need to examine how life went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you really try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You believing in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.
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Feelings by MwsR
Tears drip ever so often
Saddness permiates what I’d not forgotten
Shivers to and from my heart
Pieces connected but standing apart
Peace and comfort interrupted
Mind and soul diverted
Something that once stood for something
Torn from nothing
Yet hanging on by strands
Bigger and louder than the nation’s bands
Twisted, making stronger
But also longer
Feelings that bind our hearts and minds
Ever we seem to always find.
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Like pieces in a game of Checkers, we must play this game of life. We need to see further ahead and move accordingly. Avoid getting taken by your adversaries. We should follow the path that best suits our own life. Only we can make the moves we must take. No one else is going to help us “win”.
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Odds are in your favor!
MwsR
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Smile,
By MwsR
She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she herself felt sad and intense.
She walked, not into a new day
Yet she ran into chaos from every which way.
Her heart had let her down,
Still, her mind would not let her drown.
She cried, but not for letting others down
They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
She wished that she could just run away
Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
The dreams and wishes she once had
Now, they only make her sad.
She smiled to keep up the pretense
But what she needed was immense.
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…the Game
By MwsR
Why do we think there is always time?
What is it that makes us think we are free from death or separation?
It is a constant mind game that we allow ourselves to play.
The object is denial and the rules are not written.
Each one of us are individually creating a falsehood for ourselves.
By not choosing to be a realist, we become avoiders.
We avoid thinking the truth because frankly, the truth scares people.
It is a self created “bubble” we live within.
Choices are for players in our game.
It is us who determine which things we will choose to believe,
It is the lies that we tell ourselves that will inevitably lead to our capture.
There are no real winners, only players.
Each thing we bring to the game has it’s own place and purpose.
We can play the hand of “luck” or we can make sure to strategically place our heart somewhere, or our mind and soul.
It is a game that lasts forever, well until the game is destroyed from continuous play and action.
Self-worth and self-love are key instigators as to who will take the lead or who will fall behind.
If we are lucky enough along the way there will be other players that for lack of a clue, will inadvertently hand us the chance to surpass them.
On and on till either fate steps in or we can’t play any longer.
If you have no conscience you will more than likely gather your share of highlights or prizes through out, in the game. Only temporary they are though.
But if you have a conscience, that you keep at your side, you will struggle with the ultimate prize or in taking the lead.
Which one will you choose, which game player are you?
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