Refresh your mind and soothe your soul as you take in the natural beauty and wonder of nature, and the
spiritual words that comes from the writer's higher self. The capacity for the human mind and spirit to create
beauty is also a natural wonder.
“In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a
perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the
woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life which nature cannot
repair. Standing on the bare ground,— my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,—
all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the
Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Grand Teton Mountain Reflection

I will open my heart in
trust that, in ways I do
not now understand,
my loved one will
continue to be present
in my life.

Martha Whitmore Hick
It is a paradox of life that
some of the best people we
ever meet
are those who have
suffered a great deal.

Their lives are like still
waters that run very deep.
There's a quality of inner
goodness that has been
wrought through all the
pain.

James Jones


Where is that Moon that
never rises or sets?
Where is that soul that is
neither with nor without us?
Don't say it is here or there.

All creation is Him but for
the eyes that can see.

Rumi
Meditative predawn view of sacred Mt.Fuji, Japan
Japanese Temple In Koyo-san
Grand Canyon sunset, Arizona-
One of the Seven Natural Wonders
Forest Trees in Autumn
Full Moon And Active Colorful Aurora Over Fairbanks
Alaska-  One the Seven Natural Wonders
Niagara Falls, Canada in the early Spring
Taj Mahal, India-The Taj Mahal was built by emperor Shah Jahan as
a mausoleum for his wife Mumtaj in 1631, who died in childbirth.
They will come back, come back again,
As long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree.
Do you think He would squander souls?'

- Rudyard Kipling
The Road to Infinity (Georgia's Dream)

You were seen driving a car,
Yet you don't drive,
You were speeding along, your face illuminated, smiling
focused ahead,
There was a passenger with you;

Your friend called your name and ran after you but
you didn't stop,
You kept going with a sense of urgency, leaving her
behind,
She didn't understand why, for you always took the
time to talk to your friends,
You were always kind and caring;

But you were on a mission; your own personal mission,
And time was running out,
For you had a date,
You had to arrive at Easter Morn and not a minute late,
You had no choice;

Your mission was accomplished,
Your plan was set forth,
You left your friends, family
and loved ones behind,
As you journeyed into infinity!

By Mary Perifimos
4/l3/07
Kindness is an act of grace and beauty; one that can lift a broken
heart or restore hope in a person's life. Often, people do not know
what to say when confronted with a friend or family member who
is experiencing loss or a very difficult challenge in their lives;
sometimes, words need not be said; extending kindness is the
language of the soul, one that can be heard and felt at all levels of
a person's being.



The Dalai Lama's words 'there is no need for temples, no need
for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my
temples; my philosophy is kindness' are words that express a
simple, yet profound path, where one lives in connection to
God/Spirit, as kindness is an expression of love.



The next time, you meet someone in need and are at loss for
words, extend kindness. If you are experiencing loss, be kind to
yourself; allow yourself to grieve and nurture the beautiful soul
that you are by meditating, exploring your connection to your
divinity, caring for your body, and letting others help you.



Affirmation: ' I am receptive to giving and receiving kindness.
Kindness connects hearts and allows God's love to heal.
The Road to Infinity
Kindness
Soothe the Soul
The poet Linda Pastan writes, "The world wounds us with its beauty."  How this idea used to run through me like a knife:  time was
always running, running out.  Mortality was the dark underside of every loveliness, every pleasure.  I could not look at the beautiful world
without feeling its terrible brevity.  I could not touch my tongue to life without tasting death.  Whatever made me think I needed the threat of
anniliation to make me love, to wake me up?  I thought the specter of time running out would press me to live, to stop wasting time.  Now
it is no longer so.  Now the lovely sky takes me into it, blue by day, black by night.  The loveliness of the sky is forever.  I am forever.  I no
longer hold back from loving it: I will not lose it.  I am the sky.  Joy is unbroken, unbreakable.  There is no more poignance, no more ache.

We want to laugh.  We ache to be light.  We want to pick ourselves empty of all the rot.  The lovely world is patiently waiting to rush into all
our spaces, to remind us of who we are.  It will wait as long as it takes us.