Be there,

GOOD MORNING DIVINE ONE😍

JOYOUS EXPECTATIONS

Dee Marlowe No Expectations dear ... a By-Product of creating our own Sunshine!
Ron Alexander Expecting the JOYOUS is creating the JOYOUS in my understanding Dee, thank you!😍

Ron Alexander I was taught not to have good expectations as a kid -"you will be disappointed if good does not happen." However, I learned mainly from Ernest Holmes to have faith in the Eternal, and THE JOYOUS always happens, thanks Dee for affirming my faith.

Dee Marlowe: Ron Alexander
Always dearest, what each believes ... and has Divine Faith in ... brings JOY!
Blessings always dear one and much Love 

Dee Marlowe

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Some days you have to CREATE your own Sunshine ☀️ 
Do It ... bring yourself rays of JOY!

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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.

WILLIE NELSON(GRATEFULNESS.ORG)

The post sunset was mesmirizing

, I had hard time leaving the beach.

Starfisn nudged that one back in the water.

Ron Alexander: Yes, Suzanne Lynn Huffman, I love that story about all the starfish washed up and the old man asking the young boy, why he was wasting his time throwing some back in. The young boy answered, "it made a difference to that one."

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Suzanne Lynn Huffman You are a kindred spirit for sure, messaging you a question right now :-)😎

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Maya Angelo: Still I RISE

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.