Perfect

Let this angel carry you higher.

Try a Little Tenderness

"Resolve to be tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving,
and tolerant with the weak and wrong.
Because sometime in your life
you will have been all of these."

- Bob Goddard

Rev Marilyn AKA "Mother Goose"

One day one of Marilyn's cats/kittens was captivated by movement in one of the bushes in her yard. She approached and found hidden there a gosling. She adopted this gosling and raised it. It followed her everywhere. If it was napping and Marilyn moved to the other side of the yard it would wake up and fly directly to where she was. When she would leave her house in her car this goose would fly after her, following the car as far as it could. One year, this grown goose joined a flock of geese fllying overhead, migrating south. A year later on the flock's return migration this goose stopped by Marilyn's yard and brought the whole flock with it. It was to be the last time Marilyn would see him. She was a mother to a gosling that grew into a healthy adult goose. Our Mother Goose! We love you sweet Marilyn. (Relayed to me by Patricia Howard via Marilyn's son Sean Mooney.)

At the Fair

The Earth laughs in flowers.~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank You Marilyn

We come to love not by finding a perfect person,
but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. - Sam Keen

This is Rev Marilyn's legacy to me. She has taught me how to do this by giving her love to me and by watching her love others that I deemed unworthy.
Thank you Marilyn. Thank you. Thank you.

Day Tripping with Friends

If all the world were apple pie,
And all the sea were ink,
And all the trees were bread-and-cheese
What should we have to drink?

I drank our laughter mixed with Joy
& Michael was there too.
We snacked on forest stillness deep
Then counted fairy rings and things
On a Saturday afternoon.

Can't Get Enough of Trees

TREES
by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by people like me,
But only God can make a tree.