I resolve December 26, 2007

I resolve to be a better person in 2008.

I resolve to remember my prayers.

I resolve to stay in touch with my friends and visit them.

I resolve to hug and kiss my children and my grandchildren every time I see them.

I resolve to take time for myself, for my thoughts, for my feelings and to use that time to de-stress from life’s pressures.

If not in the keeping then in the writing of the resolutions should we be renewed. 

By writing down all of those things you want to do and those things you want to be – we all become a little better as a person.  I don’t know of anyone who had resolutions for the worse like I want to start smoking or I want to gain weight.  Yep, it’s something that just by contemplating, writing, thinking and maybe trying that we become the person we want to be.

Ghost of Christmas Past December 26, 2007

Christmas of 2007 has come and gone.  It was much less painful than years past.  Low stress, good moods, and happy kids were the key ingredients.  I’m hoping to top it next year.

Christmas poem December 11, 2007

Christmas, 1921

By Dorothy Parker

I do not ask you for presents rare,

    Other-world trove of forgotten metals;

Orchids that opened to jungle air,

    Tropical hate in their writhing petals;

Onyx and ebony, black as pain,

    Carved with patience beyond believing;

Perfumes, to harry the startled brain;

    Laces that women have died in weaving;

Cool-tinted pearls from the ocean, where

    Grottoes of dolorous green regret them.

I do not ask you for presents rare —

    Dearest, I know that I wouldn’t get them.

Give me your love, on this Christmas Day.

    Give me your thoughts, when the chimes are ringing.

Send me the happier along my way,

    Deep in my soul let your words be singing.

Give me your wishes, as bells sound clear,

    Charming the air with their golden measure.

Give me your hopes for the unborn year,

    Fill up my heart with a secret treasure.

Give me the things that you long to say,

    All of your tenderest dreams unfetter.

Give me your love, on this Christmas Day —

    But come across, please, when times get better.