If we could, as the following passage suggests, devote our time and energy to the realization of our dreams, we can accomplish anything. A year from now, let’s come back together to reflect and rejoice…sometimes it’s simply the act of planning that can set us free.
Wishing you a wonderful 2011. Thank you for making 2010 so very special for me.
See you next year…
~ Amy
When we’ve all passed through and the gates are closed for another year, the uncertainty fades and we are again faced with the realities of life. And the way we shall handle each one as it comes to us and the measure of success and happiness we shall enjoy this year will depend largely on whether we stumble along blindly or carry our First Day’s determination and optimism into every day’s work. So, right at the very beginning of this new year, let’s sit down quietly, each one of us alone, and look into our own individual situations, not only listing our hopes and desires but pledging our efforts to bring them about. It’s only by planning definitely enough and with clear enough vision that we shall be ready for every opportunity.
We’ve all dreamed dreams of what we’d like to be or have or do. Life would be dull and prosaic without them. Perhaps, it’s a cozy home that has been pictured oftenest in our dreams. Or, maybe we’ve dreamed of improving ourselves so that we might move in a higher sphere. Or perhaps, our dreams have taken on such every-day forms as having a new sewing machine, a modern refrigerator, a time-saving laundry outfit.
And constantly, we’re dreaming about beautifying our homes, about making them heart-heated as well as steam-heated, about helping our young folks to achieve their ambitions, and all of our folks to be happy. Our dreams for them and theirs for themselves are sacred matters, and their realization deserves our best efforts and a very large part of our time.
A Flower unblown; a Book unread;
A Tree with fruit unharvested;
A Path untrod; a House whose rooms
Lack yet the heart’s divine perfumes;
A Landscape whose wide border lies
In silent shade ‘neath silent skies;
This is the Year that for you waits
Beyond Tomorrow’s mystic gates.~ Horatio Nelson Powers
