Where Dreams Are Made
....never having a thought to lay down and rest,
i was culled from the era’s of past,
into the days of what might be called future quest,
and so from this forum i soon was caught out as blest….
How one goes about ending a hard days work, is just as important as how one starts a day of hard work! I all-ways give thanks in the mornings for the opportunity to work….and, then when my day is done, I give thanks for the day.
And did I also mention, the many times during the day, that I also give thanks? Without ‘thanks’ in one’s own heart….what an opportunity is missed to highlight all the ‘moments’ that comes one’s way.
And so after giving my day all the greatness of who I am, I ended up out hear the other evening, (as I do many evenings) with camera in hand. So coming upon a door, with opportunity bidding ‘well-come’, I also invite any who want to step inside and pause for a while….and see as to where dreams are made….
....not much need to talk, as the images speak loudly for all their worth….so lets go on through the cabin and sit a spell on the back porch…now looking too my left….
....in front of me….
....to my right….
....and yes, these feet were made for dreaming….
....well, hope you enjoyed your own dream….and you can stay if you so choose, but I must be getting home….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/