One Bead After Another

I learned that you should feel, when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten, happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another. ~ Brenda Ueland

The First Child…

The first child of God we must build up is ourselves. ~ Neill F. Marriott

In My Life…

There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead, and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all