BRIGGETTEđź’—
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Integrity-doing the right thing when no one is looking.
đź’—Living life like a rich 1940s housewife, in an elegant black and white movie, falling in love with Elvis in every lifetime. Singing American Standard's for eternity.
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Baby ain’t that lovin you
"The measure of love is what one is willing to give up for it." Quote from Pandora and the Flying Dutchman. Id be willing to give my life up for my husband, they could throw me in the ocean and I’d swim back to the shore to him. My love is unmeasurable for that man!!!!
By BRIGGETTEđź’—a day ago in Poets
When Big Bands Played on every station đź“»
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—9 days ago in Poets
GodFather
Father of Psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud once said that the father isn't just a parent; he's a crucial psychological force who introduces limits, shapes morality. Often think about how wonderful of a Father my husband is to our children. Though his childhood wasn’t perfect, Freud describes that a moment can shape you for a lifetime. Im writing in my diary today reflecting on a moment I think shaped my husband into the father he is today. The cover photo is a picture of my father in law with a beautiful fast car in Italy. This moment I believe from reading Freud is what shaped my husband into the man he is today. If you look closely in the picture you will see my husband taking the picture of his father. Just like Freud describes a mirror into our soul, in that moment he was too a mirror of his father. Who himself isn’t a perfect man but a trying man. This father son trip, shaped my husband and mirrored the life he wanted. Not the fancy vacation but the small moments like this picture of him with his father, the laughs they shared with his grandmother Teresa, who years later wrote in a letter I have framed that she too often thought bout all the laughs they shared on that trip. Those small moments will never be forgotten. When I look at the father my husband is today, i believe like Freud is because of a small moment in Italy that mirrored a lifetime of love.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—27 days ago in Poets
Love never fails
The Greek language, as l've said so often before, is very powerful at this point. It comes to our aid beautifully in giving us the real meaning and depth of the whole philosophy of love. And I think it is quite apropos at this point, for you see the Greek language has three words for love, interestingly enough. It talks about love as eros. That's one word for love.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—2 months ago in Poets
Keys to Heaven
Nothing is one size fits all. Key to heaven whatever heaven is to you, is the golden rule. Treat others as you would like so the same can be returned to you. Help others open doors so yours can be open. Help other seek the kingdom of righteousness so you can also be righteousness. Open heaven gates with keys that can also open others heaven gates. Kindness, love is outter first than inner. What your character does in the outside represents the kingdom on the inside. Seek heaven seek to help others so God Will open the same gate for you. Key to heaven is in our outer acts to others.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—2 months ago in Poets
Goodness Knows
We never truly know people. What we know about each person could never fill a book, one way perspective is a narrow road. This is why God tells us that we should follow the golden rule. Treat others as you would want to be treated. No matter what happens to you in your story be an act of kindness, grace, mercy, to others. So blessing can fill your book. People only know a story. GOD KNOWS THE BOOK. Never judge. See yourself in everyone as a mirror of your heart. So heart can then be returned to you in kindness, grace, and mercy. Then you will know God.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—2 months ago in Poets
🤡 the clown, in the mirror.
My Looking Glass Am i a clown? Cause all i can do is frown. I cant even see me, walking around, all i see is fun mirrors looking back at me with distorted pictures of what could be me? But doesnt feel right to me. I know god, and can feel god but where is god?
By BRIGGETTEđź’—6 months ago in Poets
Magic of Graceland
Sometimes life hurts so bad you can’t seem to see tomorrow. Then a couple years later you wake up in Tennessee, and snow is falling at Graceland. All the bad days seem to melt away. So much beauty, magic, and God in the air when the snow is falling.
By BRIGGETTEđź’—about a year ago in Poets
