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1TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THAT GREAT LOVE AND GREAT ACHIEVEMENTS INVOLVE GREAT RISK.

2. WHEN YOU LOSE, DON'T LOSE THE LESSON.

3. FOLLOW THE THREE R'S:

>RESPECT FOR SELF,

>RESPECT FOR OTHERS AND

>RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL YOUR ACTIONS.

4. REMEMBER THAT NOT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT IS SOMETIMES A STROKE OF LUCK.

5. LEARN THE RULES SO YOU KNOW HOW TO BREAK THEM PROPERLY.

6. DON'T LET A LITTLE DISPUTE INJURE A GREAT RELATIONSHIP.

7. WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE, TAKE IMMEDIATE STEPS TO CORRECT IT.

8. SPEND SOME TIME ALONE EVERY DAY.

9. OPEN YOUR ARMS TO CHANGE, BUT DON'T LET GO OF YOUR VALUES.

10. REMEMBER THAT SILENCE IS SOMETIMES THE BEST ANSWERS.

11. LIVE A GOOD, HONORABLE LIFE. THEN WHEN YOU GET OLDER AND THINK BACK, YOU'LL BE ABLE TO ENJOY IT A SECOND TIME.

12. A LOVING ATMOSPHERE IN YOUR HOME IS THE FOUNDATION FOR YOUR LIFE.

13. IN DISAGREEMENTS WITH LOVED ONES, DEAL ONLY WITH CURRENT SITUATION.DON'T BRING UP THE PAST.

14. SHARE YOUR KNOWLEDGE. IT IS A WAY TO ACHIEVE IMMORTALITY

15. BE GENTLE WITH THE EARTH.

16. ONCE A YEAR, GO SOMEPLACE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN BEFORE.

17. REMEMBER THAT THE BEST RELATIONSHIP IS ONE IN WHICH YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER EXCEEDS YOUR NEED FOR EACH OTHER.

18. JUDGE YOUR SUCCESS BY WHAT YOU HAD TO GIVE UP IN ORDER TO GET IT.

19. APPROACH LOVE AND COOKING WITH RECKLESS ABANDON.

"home in his heart?"

“Loving someone

Holding him, touching him,

Sing for him…

I’ve been singing this song

It really hits me

I wonder…

When can I really sing it?

When theres no one-

No one I can sing it to,

No one can be called...

"He's the love of her life.”

when will i feel...

feel like i'm home,

in his arms, in his kiss,

in his touch...

when will i be home...

home in his heart"

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself

Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms

There's somethin' in your voice,

makes my heart beat fast

Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been

And how long I've been so alone

And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along

And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street

And a siren wails in the night

But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me

And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me

And how long I've waited for your touch

And if you knew how happy you are making me

I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong ....

suspended in time

I sit in the stillness of my sanctuary where images smudge beyond specific appearances. I feel the textures of your silence, a palette of colors activating the surface of my soul. Oh my beautiful universe! How I love you!
The structures of your canvas evoke the walls of my heart where you imprint symbols of beauty in and through me. From this innocence, I embrace your textures that mellow over time those rougher surfaces created by the brush strokes of an ill- behaved humanity.
Oh, how I love the way you lift the paint of self-expression before it dries! I love the tactile sensations that spontaneously weave rich and multi-dimensional forms into a pictorial chiaroscuro that celebrate the gestures of life. Graciously, I surrender to your folds of grace and intimate pigmentations that soften my soul. Yes, I am wet paint that is ready to be mixed and blended onto your palette.
You are my raison d’être! You are why I give myself over to your silence and find faith in the fragility of human suffering. I rest beside you in loving kindness. My words and thoughts are suspended by time, undisturbed syllables resonating to the inner rhythm, continuously rising and falling in the lines of your splendor. Infinitely vast and unknowable, you inspire me toward the freedom that blends the artist and writer awakened from the dream.
I hear and taste your palate for beauty and stillness through the world around me. Malleable clay, my heart yields to the pressures and the sensitive handling where my image associates itself to the earth. When baked, it achieves numerous shades and textures that refine the character of my being. I deeply welcome the implicit motion of time detained within the image; being lost in your evolving geometry of shapes.
Oh my colorful universe, your artistry is everywhere. It is all there; waiting to be heard and colored by your intensely silent sketches etched into the human heart. This is a heart that feels each distinct brush of landscape and language. The muse and her brush stroking bliss into eternal overlays and undertones. She is not afraid to touch you or to receive your intimate treasures that belongs to us all