Joy Is My Goal: Wordless Wednesday How many rooms are in a Forest? Can you name these?

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Wordless Wednesday How many rooms are in a Forest? Can you name these?

11 comments:

Anonymous said...: I don't know how many are in a forest. Lots of mushrooms though! Great pictures!; 3:49 PM
SandyCarlson said...: I don't know how many or what their names are. I do know they are lovely plants, though. Thanks for the images.; 3:53 PM
jams o donnell said...: TGHere's not much I can identify sadly. Great shots though!; 3:56 PM
Erin Faye said...: Great pictures!; 4:33 PM
Kristi said...: Very neat idea for a photo post. Happy WW!; 6:41 PM
Lana said...: oh it's so pretty there, I need to take the kids up for a hike.; 8:53 PM
Shannon @ Gabi's World said...: I can't name them but they do make beautiful pictures.

Happy WW!; 10:46 PM
Britni said...: Ooh every time I look at your pictures I remember that I need to get a new camera because I want to take pictures like these. They're beautiful!; 8:28 AM
catsynth said...: I loved mushrooms as a kid. I still find them fascinating, but I'm afraid a can't name them.
Happy WW.; 10:01 AM
Barb said...: Such a lovely forest. You could go for a walk and have a picnic lunch in a different room each and every day! Marvelous photographs!; 11:49 AM
Barb said...: I knew the mushroom.; 9:32 PM

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Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.
“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

Joy Is My Goal

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Wordless Wednesday How many rooms are in a Forest? Can you name these?

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