“You Will Become an Army for Your Child”

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2014 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people.

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Words

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In the light of what we know
Words can be hard or light like snow.
Unmerciful, callous, and daring,
They can caress you or be blaring.

Words are the building blocks of life
For they can slice you like a knife.
They scar you more than you will think,
And they can push you to the brink.

Words – echoes of eternity
Planting the seed of sweet serenity.
The power to impress the mind,
Becomes the sword that slices blind.

Words are a prison or escape,
An outlook can be reshaped.
They’ll build you up or cut you down,
And stomp you right into the ground.

Be mindful of the words you choose,
Taste them for they become your muse.
Your gracious words can save a life,
Or end a bitter tasting strife.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

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Inspiration

I am a hard to impress individual. I don’t necessarily find this a fault in myself or others.

I do not gawk at celebrities, I do not window shop, shiny objects don’t make me go all gooey inside, I must not have the latest iPhone, or a shiny car… you get the idea.

Wait… there is one exception… Charlie Hunnam – I reserve the right to gawk at him at my leisure, thank you very much.

Sorry – got sidetracked there by the mere thought of “Jax Teller.”

What was I saying?

… Oh yes… I am not easily impressed…

I admire very few individuals; in fact I can count them on one hand. Sad, I know.

I very rarely find inspiring words that are affecting. That is until I read this simple poem written in 1875. It describes my life, my personality, my very being…

I love it so much that I had the first and last stanzas tattooed on my arm. Alright… so I’m a little crazy too.

Here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

 

Invictus

By William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.