HOW MUCH FOR THAT OLD PAIR OF SHOES?

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HOW MUCH FOR THAT OLD PAIR OF SHOES?


How much for that old pair of Shoes?

He fumbled around for some change.

They’re not for sale, my friend, said she.

Well why are they there for all to see?

I’m trying to rearrange.

 

He wiggled his barefoot toes

And wiped his runny nose.

Rearrange what, the fellow inquired,

Those raggedy shoes are about to expire,

They’d go just fine with my clothes.

 

I see what you mean, said she,

I’ll give you these shoes for free.

Could I have some socks and maybe a shirt,

And a pail of water to shed some dirt?

I’m really a sight to see,

 

You’re not so bad, but yes.

I can even give you a vest,

There’s a pond nearby, you can take a bath

Here’s a towel to dry and my name is Cath.

He wanted to look his best.

 

Freddy’s my name, he said

But you can call me Fred.

On return he looked great.. Let’s celebrate,

We can get married, I’ll be your mate.

And she rearranged his head.

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Lee Broom

Git Along Little Dogie

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“There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from.”

~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

 

Learning from past experiences is okay.

Knowing that we made a mistake however is probably enough.

Knowing what we did wrong serves no purpose but to invite self-criticism.

And, beating ourselves for past mistakes only affirms and insures their recurrence.

Better to learn more productive ways of dealing with our problems and to move on.

 

 

When I was six years old I attempted the acrobatic feat of standing on my hands atop the swings in our back yard. I must have been about three feet tall compared to the swings which were probably three times my height.

I fell and hurt myself.

It was the weekend; Father was working in the kitchen and Mother had gone to the store.

I felt myself being cradled in my father’s arm and answered his questions about my physical well-being.

Eventually he asked me what I had learned. I replied that I needed to start with something lower to the ground and then work my way up to something higher. Father smiled and helped me to my feet. “Git along little dogie” he said in that Texas drawl of his, “Git along.”

 Lee Broom

THE GIFT OF FEAR

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THE GIFT OF FEAR Lee Broom

 

FEAR is a gift.

FEAR teaches us to search for SAFETY.

FEAR teaches us to BE STRONG, to BE COMPLIANT, to be PERFECT.

FEAR motivates us to compete.

And so…

FEAR teaches us COURAGE.

FEAR teaches us FAITH.

FEAR  teaches us to PROTECT each other.

LOVE on the other hand, makes all this perfectionism unnecessary.

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Love Becomes the Lover.

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To Love is to Heal.

To Accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Perhaps it is the other way around.

(Fear returned to the shadows and birds began to chirp.

Fear revealed itself at first light and waned as………

The Light of Love was felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lit the Path.)

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

By Lee Broom