Motivational Monday – December 12, 2016

If we are ever to enjoy life, now is the time-not tomorrow, nor next year, nor in some future life after we have died. The best preparation for a better life next year is a full, complete, harmonious, joyous life this year. Our beliefs in a rich future life are of little importance unless we coin them into a rich present life. Today should always be our most wonderful day.

Thomas Dreier

 

 Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda R. Morgan, The Rose Lady

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The Builders

Whether you like Donald J. Trump or not, he is a builder and always will be. Here is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow that I came across this afternoon. Perfect tribute on Election Day to Donald J. Trump, the man who will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

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The Builders

 

All are architects of Fate,

Working in these walls of Time;

Some with massive deeds and great,

Some with ornaments of rhyme.

 

Nothing useless is, or low;

Each thing in its place is best;

And what seems but idle show

Strengthens and supports the rest.

 

For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled;

Our todays and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

 

Truly shape and fashion these;

Leave no yawning gaps between.

Think not, because no man sees,

Such things will remain unseen.

 

In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care

Each minute and unseen part;

For the gods see everywhere.

 

Let us do our work as well,

Both the unseen and the seen;

Make the house, where gods may dwell,

Beautiful, entire, and clean.

 

Else our lives are incomplete,

Standing in these walls of time,

Broken stairways, where the feet

Stumble as they seek to climb.

 

Build today, then, strong and sure,

With a firm and ample base;

And ascending and secure

Shall tomorrow find its place.

 

Thus alone can we attain

To those turrets, where the eye

Sees the world as one vast plain

And one boundless reach of sky.

 

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda Morgan

Author and Garden Writer

Motivational Monday – October 24, 2016

 

Things cannot always go your way. Learn to accept in silence the minor aggravations, cultivate the gift of taciturnity and consume your own smoke with an extra draught of hard work, so that those about you may not be annoyed with the dust and soot of your complaints.

Sir William Osler

 

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

Rosalinda R. Morgan

Author and Garden Writer

 

Motivational Monday – Oct. 17, 2016

The last words of Steve Jobs

 

I have come to the pinnacle of success in business.

 In the eyes of others, my life has been the symbol of success.

 However, apart from work, I have little joy. Finally, my wealth is simply a fact to which I am accustomed.

 At this time, lying on the hospital bed and remembering all my life, I realize that all the accolades and riches of which I was once so proud, have become insignificant with my imminent death.

 In the dark, when I look at green lights, of the equipment for artificial respiration and feel the buzz of their mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of my approaching death looming over me.

 Only now do I understand that once you accumulate enough money for the rest of your life, you have to pursue objectives that are not related to wealth.

 It should be something more important:

 For example, stories of love, art, dreams of my childhood.

 No, stop pursuing wealth, it can only make a person into a twisted being, just like me.

 God has made us one way, we can feel the love in the heart of each of us, and not illusions built by fame or money, like I made in my life, I cannot take them with me.

 I can only take with me the memories that were strengthened by love.

 This is the true wealth that will follow you; will accompany you, he will give strength and light to go ahead.

 Love can travel thousands of miles and so life has no limits. Move to where you want to go. Strive to reach the goals you want to achieve. Everything is in your heart and in your hands.

 What is the world’s most expensive bed? The hospital bed.

 You, if you have money, you can hire someone to drive your car, but you cannot hire someone to take your illness that is killing you.

 Material things lost can be found. But one thing you can never find when you lose: life.

 Whatever stage of life where we are right now, at the end we will have to face the day when the curtain falls.

 Please treasure your family love, love for your spouse, love for your friends…

 Treat everyone well and stay friendly with your neighbours.

                                                                       

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

Rosalinda R. Morgan

Author and Garden Writer

 

Motivational Monday – October 10, 2016

We can all endure disaster and tragedy, and triumph over them – if we have to. We may not think we can, but we have surprisingly strong inner resources that will see us through if we will only make use of them. We are stronger than we think.

Dale Carnegie

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

Rosalinda R. Morgan

Author and Garden Writer

 

Motivational Monday – October 3, 2016

 

Every successful man I have heard of has done the best he could with conditions as he found them, and not waited until next year for better.

Edgar W. Howe

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda Morgan, The Rose Lady

Author and Garden Writer

Author of “The Wentworth Legacy”, “The Iron Butterfly” and”BAHALA NA”

 

 

 

Motivational Monday – Week 7

The shaping of our life is our own work. It is a thing of beauty, or a thing of shame, as we ourselves make it. We lay the corner and add joint to joint, we give the proportion, we set the finish. It may be a thing of beauty and of joy forever. God forgive us if we pervert our life from putting on its appointed glory.

By William Ware

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

 

Rosalinda R Morgan

Author and Garden Writer