Home is the Foundation of Love

By: Mary Wismer

The thing we long for, that we are like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
whose lives you have touched and who have
touched yours are always a part of you,
even if the encounters were less than you
would have wished. What you feel you lack in the present may
become one of your strengths in the
future. May you see your future as one
filled with promise and possibility. May the teachings of those
you admire become part of you, so that
you may call upon them.

Find time in
each day to see beauty and love in the
world around you. Realize that each
person has limitless abilities, but each
of us is different in our own way
May you not become too
concerned with material matters, but
instead place immeasurable value on the
goodness in your heart
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
May the teachings of those
you admire become part of you, so that
you may call upon them.
May you see your future as one
filled with promise and possibility
even if the encounters were less than you
would have wished. What you feel you lack in the present may
become one of your strengths in the
future yours are always a part of you,
even if the encounters were less than you

The thing we long for, that we are like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
Find time in
each day to see beauty and love in the
world around you. May you not become too
concerned with material matters, but
instead place immeasurable value on the
goodness in your heart
obscure and subtle, but to know
That which before us lies in daily life,

Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life

In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.

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