I am grateful for all those people…
who have the courage, the fortitude…the might…
even in the darkest times
to fill their world with light.
I am grateful for all those people…
who have the courage, the fortitude…the might…
even in the darkest times
to fill their world with light.
Words of wisdom from Gautama Buddha…
Words to remember when hate is spreading so abundantly:
To him (or her) in whom love dwells,
the whole world is but one family.
Words of wisdom from Gautama Buddha…
Words to remember when hate is spreading so abundantly:
To him (or her) in whom love dwells,
the whole world is but one family.
Keb’ Mo’ is one of our favorite artists…
We love his words and his music…we love to sing along…
Today’s poem is reserved for the lyrics to one of our favorite songs
This is my home is a message for everyone…reminding us in a song
wherever we choose to live and love….is where we all belong.
It’s a wonderful message…we’re blessed Keb’ Mo’ chose to bring it…
If you think his words are powerful…just wait until you hear him sing it!
Lupe came here from Mexico
About three or four years ago
And the journey, the journey
The journey was long
She got a job at a local factory
Sent money back home to her family
She said, "this is where I belong
This is my home, this is where I belong”
A man arrived from Pakistan
A stranger in the promised land
Mohammed, Mohammed was finally free
He drove day and night in a taxi cab
When people got mean he didn't get mad
He knew this is where I belong
This is my home, this is where I belong
La la, la la, la la la-la, la la la la la la la la
Lupe had school on Monday night
When a man walked in who looked just right
Mohammed and Lupe were fallin' in love
Well they raised a beautiful family
Taught them all their history
They know this is where they belong
This is their home, this is where they belong
My people came over from Africa
To North and South America
And the journey, the journey
The journey was long
They sacrificed then they paid the price
So I could live this wonderful life
And I know this is where I belong
This is my home, this is where I belong
La la, la la, la la la-la, la-la la la la la la la la
Ooh
This is where I belong, this is my home
This is where I belong (Mm)
This is my home, this is where I belong (Oh yeah)
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Given all my family members
including a multitude of friends
I am grateful for just how far
my extended family extends
Family is important!
May that be something we never forget!
And may the memories we make together
leave no room for regrets.
We spent the morning at the beach…
setting up our chairs and umbrella…walking hand in hand
listening to the waves, smelling the salt air…
as we strolled along the sand.
As we sat in the shade of our umbrella…
I listened to Deborah’s stories…memories she adores
of a time when she was younger…
with her family at the shore.
She remembers her mom packing up her three children
making sure they were close at hand…
encouraging them to play in the water…
making castles in the sand.
She remembers moments with her dad
just a father and a daughter…
when she could hold her father in her arms
because he was weightless in the water.
I remember taking our children to the beach…
pretending to be dolphins…all the pelicans we would see
battling the waves as we chose up teams
and played football in the sea.
While we were sitting in our chairs..
a large family with a host of children sauntered by…
the mother stopped in front of us…and looking directly into our eyes
Said, “It looks like you have it easy!” while letting out a moan
“We’ve been where you are,” we answered, “but now our children are all grown.”
“So I have something to look forward to.” She smiled…
And gave us both a wink…
“You do…but enjoy this while you can. “We said
“It’ll be over before you think.”
And as we bobbed among the waves…
watching families like hers playing together
in the water…on the beach…or holding hands
We thought how wonderful it would be
if only for a moment
we were back to that time when our family was younger
and we were once again…making memories in the sand.