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Lord make us mindful of the little things that grow and blossom in these days to make the world beautiful for us. ~W. E. B. Du Bois<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patient, the spore which saw no more
the rain and light of long before
when branches danced and then beheld
relations gathered below and belled.
Summoned again, ambrosia blessed,
emerge like lightning
from their Earth-skin nest.<\/strong> ~<\/strong>am

\"Grace:<\/em><\/strong> The divine influence which operates in humans to regenerate, to inspire virtuous impulses, and to impart strength to endure trial and resist temptation. As an individual virtue, action or excellence of divine origin for self or others.
A favor of goodwill, tact, empathy and understanding. Imparting sensitivity and goodwill for a positive experience or outcome even if there is challenge.\"

Meet them at the door laughing....https:\/\/grateful.org\/resource\/guest-house-rumi\/<\/a>

I wandered lonely as a cloud<\/em>
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,<\/em>
When all at once I saw a crowd,<\/em>
A host, of golden daffodils;<\/em>
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/em>
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/em>
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:<\/em>
For oft, when on my couch I lie<\/em>
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.<\/em>
~William Wordsworth

The Art of Listening:  https:\/\/traubman.igc.org\/listenfa.htm
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...Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that is asking help from us.
~Rainier Maria Rilke

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need. 
~Tao Te Ching

It's difficult for people to get rid of junk. They get attached to things and let them define who they are. If there's one thing I've learned in this business, it's that you are what you can't let go of.   ~Brian Scudamore of 1-800-Got-Junk

Integrity is choosing courage over comfort, what is right over what is fun, fast or easy. It's choosing to practice your values rather than simply professing them. 
~Brene Brown

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