Kindness and charity one gift at a time.

Archive for the category “Poetry”

Naps for the Mind

All man’s troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.  ~ Blaise Pascal


Never Forget to Say Thanks!

Memorial Day – Decoration Day

To all our Veterans and those who serve to keep us free.

Thank you.

Thank you.


Thankfully I’m learning everyday.

There is ALWAYS enough.

Blessings, love, laughter, magic and passion.

Start the New Year Right Now

Right now, begin. Take the first step toward the best year of your life.

Isn’t that the focus of your resolution?

“I will have the best year ever.”

So begin, now. Today.

You’ll have a new chance every day

because every day is

a new beginning.

Happy New Year!



Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.  ~ Anne Lamott


Most of us, swimming against the tides of trouble the world knows nothing about, need only a bit of praise or encouragement – and we will make the goal.  ~Jerome Fleishman

Pen, Paper & Prose

Pen, Paper & Prose 

Summer Writing Workshops 

All you need is a pen and a piece of paper and the desire to discover the writer within you this summer of 2011.

 Tuesday Mornings

9:30 – 12:30 AM

Wednesday Evenings

6:30 – 9:30 PM

Wilmington, North Carolina

Limited Enrollment


Special Group Workshops Available


 Kris F.

Reading for Others



Find your inner voice using the Amhearst method in creative workshops.

CONTACT info available


I am offering to read and create a podcast of your favorite news source or blogs. Please contact me at this website for more information. May you have a charitable day.

Kindness and Charity

Today I received more bad news and wondered how to move on with living. As I tried to make sense of the chaos of thoughts swirling through my mind, I came across the poem, “Kindness” by Naomi Nye. It was the perfect message for the moment of confusion. Please enjoy it and remember, the darkest hour is just before the dawn.


Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,

what you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,

you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,

how he too was someone

who journeyed through the night with plans

and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

~~~ Naomi Shihab Nye

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