"People are like stained glass windows; they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.” -
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Via Aromaleigh's tumblr.

The Fence or The Ambulance
a poem by Joseph Malines

photo courtesy of Ivan Makarov's Flickr.

‘Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,
Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant:
But over its terrible edge there had slipped
A duke and many a peasant;
So the people said something would have to be done.
But their projects did not at all tally:
Some said, "Put a fence around the edge of the cliff"
Some, "An ambulance down in the valley."

But the cry for the ambulance carried the day.
For it spread to the neighboring city:
A fence may be useful or not, it is true,
But each heart became brimful of pity
For those who had slipped o’er that dangerous cliff,
And the dwellers in highway and alley
Gave pounds or gave pence, not to put up a fence,
But an ambulance down in the valley.

"For the cliff is alright if your careful," they said,
"and if folks even slip or are dropping,
it isn't the slipping that hurts them so much
as the shock down below-when they're stopping,"
So day after day when these mishaps occurred,
Quick forth would the rescuers sally
To pick up the victims who fell off the cliff,
With their ambulance down in the valley.

Then an old man remarked, "it's a marvel to me
that people give far more attention
to repairing results than to stopping the cause,
when they'd much better aim at prevention.
Let us stop at its source all this mischief, cried he.
"Come neighbors and freinds, let us rally :
If the cliff we will fence, we might almost dispense
with the ambulance down in the valley."

"Oh, he's a fanatic." the others rejoined:
"dispense with the ambulance Never!
He'd dispense with all charities, too, if he could:
no, no! We'll support them forever.
Aren't we picking up folks just as fast as they fall?
And shall this man dictate to us? Shall he?
Why would people of sense stop to put up a fence?
While their ambulance works in the valley?"

But a sensible few who are practical too,
Will not bear with such nonsense much longer
They believe that prevention is better than cure
And their party will soon be the stronger
Encourage them, then with your purse, voice and pen
And (while other philanthropists dally)
They will scorn all pretense, and put up a stout fence
On the cliff that hangs over the valley.

Left the futon open because my cats seem to like it that way. I am such a cat lady.

I'm on a boat!

Taken from "25 Awesome Joseph Ducreux Memes".

http://ampersandampersand.tumblr.com/

A tumblr devoted entirely to ampersands. I like it.

The romantic in me thinks that this is adorable and wants to recreate it.
The realist in me know that we'd knock our teeth out trying.

courtesy of yum & yuk.

I love serenades.

© Bettman/CORBIS, Jazz Trumpeter Louis Armstrong Playing for His Wife in Giza, January 28, 1961.

Potential wedding shoes #3.

Bright yellow "Nina" shoes by Critia. I've heard they're comfy.

Just found Jorge Garcia's blog today.

He seems just as cool in person as his character, Hurley, is on LOST. I wish I could hang out in Hawaii and taste all the bread he bakes. via Dispatches from the Island.

Cute Disney fan art. Artist unknown.

Potential wedding shoes #2.

Seychelles' Box Step Pump in seafoam green leather.
#1 was a pale pink leather ballet slipper, possibly studded.
Hmmm...

little old lady rockin' the sparkles.

hope I'm just as sassy and classy as this Milanese dame when I'm older. Love the dash of sparkle on her earlobe! via The Sartorialist.

an alternative to "keep calm and carry on"

courtesy of east side bride.

Photo taken at a Kris Allen concert. Courtesy of thegeoffphillips' flickr.

“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”

- Johnathan Safran Foer.