(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two )

In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free..
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings  and temper gently
with  the coming of the light,   just like Jonah did,  
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget
that when the waters rise and you can't swim,
do like Noah did and build an arc !  
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you
listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never
grow old,  just row and row and row and row, and never let go.

Of them I have a few and I will admit this only to you
they are not from here and they are very, very blue
These little one foot creatures are from outer space
they are well behaved and have the cutest face.
I named one Volcano because of his cyborg strength,  
though he talks in monosyllables he also talks at length !
Then there is Jukebox, he loves to sing at night
he can hit an octave but he isn't very bright.
Out of all my little friends my favorite one is Hue,  
he's a Venutian little chatterbox and he isn't all that blue
He smiles so much that it gives him gas,
but I like him cuz he always makes me laugh,
and knows just what to do.

Copyright © Mystic Rose 2024

It's a soup that's made to order never from a store  
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind !
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find.
I start with chicken base then add a clove of garlic,  
turmeric and salt with a dash of home made magic.
I simmer for an hour while the veggies steam & swim,  
singing in a playful voice,   "a little blessed hymn".    
I start with a clean counter then tuck my hair right in  
wearing pinafore of white, with little ducks that swim    
I stew it then I stir it, with a large wooden spoon
telling funny stories to a soup that cooks til' noon
Made with love and kindness, it really hits the spot,    
I cook it just like mama did, when I was just a tot.
It's a soup that's made to order, never from a store,    
this little bouillon treat is filled with herbs galore.

Enjoy !

Quote By: White Wolf:
Were it not for the scent of the rose, what would entice us to grow?
Were it not for the courage of our souls to explore unknown valleys,
how would we reach the heights of our tallest mountain?


Courage is more than just a lofty word, more than just action
it is a feeling deep inside that grows from the knowledge
that we are ancient warriors born to be the best we can be !
Beauty is more than skin deep, more than just a pretty smile
its at the core of our souls and at the center of our hearts.
It is more about what we reflect and find in others,
then about illusionary mirrors filled with lies and deceit.
Life is a rooted friend that will remain with us forever,
if we water it with grace and help it to stay alive.    
Tell me, how does your garden grow? (pause)
Courage, beauty, life, its all about how we connect with others,  
and knowing when to fold and when to go.  
I believe life is a gift that is much more cherished when it is shared.