Crossing the Bar
Alfred (Lord) Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Joe: “My ex girlfriend used to love it when she’d come home and find me waiting for her.”
Pete: “What happened?”
Joe: “Now, when she finds me waiting for her, she calls the police.”
My grandmother traveled alone to the US from Italy at the age of 14. She spoke no English. She carried all she owned in a satchel. In her heart she carried faith, hope, and trust that all would work out. And, it did. God Bless you Nonna.
Failure isn’t failure, it’s a learning experience. Be grateful for failures, learn from them, and move on. Never stop moving on.
Life goes quickly, slow it down, what’s the rush? Enjoy each moment, especially enjoy and love the people who are close to you.
“If you are looking for
your purpose or calling,
you will find it in your pain.”
“My advice to young writers would be to write every day, even if it is only a few words. Get yourself on the habit of writing and it will become a lifelong one. “
~ Casandra Clare