" Easter morning surprise "

 Easter morning surprise

On a quiet Easter morning, the village of Willowbrook woke to the soft glow of sunrise and the scent of fresh bread drifting from open windows. Children hurried down cobblestone paths with woven baskets in hand, eager for the annual egg hunt. But this year felt different—colder somehow, quieter.

At the edge of the village lived an old woman named Elara, who hadn’t joined the Easter festivities in years. People said she used to host the grandest celebrations, filling her garden with laughter, music, and bright painted eggs. But after she lost her husband, her gates stayed closed, and her garden slowly faded.

That morning, a young girl named Lila noticed something odd while searching for eggs. Near Elara’s gate lay a single golden egg—far more beautiful than any she’d seen. It shimmered softly, as if holding a secret. Instead of putting it in her basket, Lila hesitated… then gently pushed open the creaky gate.

Inside, the garden was overgrown, but beneath the wild vines were traces of what once had been—colorful stones, broken lanterns, and faded ribbons. Lila followed a narrow path to the door and knocked.

Elara opened it slowly, surprised to see anyone there. Before she could speak, Lila held out the golden egg.

“I think this belongs here,” she said.

Elara stared at the egg, her eyes filling with tears. “I used to make these,” she whispered. “Each one was meant to remind people that even after the longest winter, life finds its way back.”

Lila smiled. “Then maybe it still does.”

Something in those simple words stirred warmth in Elara’s heart. She invited Lila inside, and together they dusted off old paints, cleaned the garden, and hung new ribbons. By afternoon, curious villagers peeked in, then stepped inside, one by one.

Soon the garden was alive again—children laughing, colours blooming, and tables filled with food. Elara stood in the middle of it all, surrounded by life she thought she’d lost forever.

As the sun set, she placed the golden egg at the center of the garden.

“Easter isn’t just about what’s been,” she said softly, “but what can begin again.”

And in Willowbrook, that year, Easter became more than a celebration—it became a reminder that even the smallest act of kindness can bring a heart back to life.

"Desiderata"

 

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2DoBy3TlGA

" Don't find fault with the person who limps "

 

" I walk my talk so my mouth has got to match my feet. " 

 Don’t find fault with the person who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes they wear
Or struggled beneath their load.

There may be tacks in their shoes that hurt,
Though hidden away from view,
Or the burden they bear placed on your back
Might cause you to stagger too.

Don’t sneer at the person who’s down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused their fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows
That were theirs, if dealt to you,
In the self-same way at the self-same time
Might cause you to stagger too.

 

Remembering your roots - St Patrick's Day

 

The Road Back Home

The rain fell soft on Galway Bay
When I turned my face and walked away
The sea was calling, a mournful tune
Beneath the pale and aching moon
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
The fields grew quiet, the hearth grew cold
The tales they told were just stories old
Yet in my dreams I see it clear
The land I love still draws me near
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
O Erin fair, I hear your cry
The curlew's song, the lark on high
Through storm and sorrow, through joy or shame
I'll find the road that bears your name
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
The road back home I'll find again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B3TnBkIErc

Fields of the forgotten

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVOesNZ8uQE&list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGAVM3B3TnBkIErc&index=2

the Long walk back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIS3qTwtfBg&list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGAVM3B3TnBkIErc&index=6

"The Seven Wonders of Life"

 

Seven Wonders of Life!
 

1. Your Mother - The first person to welcome you in this world.
2. Your Father - The first person to go through all the hardships just to see you smile.
3. Your Sibling - The first person to teach you the art of 'sharing and caring'.
4. Your Friend - The first person to teach you how to respect people with different opinions and viewpoints.
5. Your Life partner - The first person to make you realize the value of sacrifice and compromise.
6. Your Children - The first little person to teach you how to be selfless and think about others before yourself.
7. Your Grandchildren - The only creatures who make you want to live the life, all over again.

Amanda Gorman "With this Bright Voice"

 

Hope is not passive.
It is spoken.
It is shared.
It is acted upon.

Every child is worthy.
And every voice — no matter how young — carries the power to brighten the world.

Amanda Gorman  With this bright Voice

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1508541383785420

 

“With this bright voice

we speak audacious and audible;

Our purpose,

not just ethical, but eternal.

For while every child is rightfully unique,

The right to childhood

is universal.

We must care for

every child, everywhere,

No matter their race, religion,

or gender.

In this, we never

back down;

we never surrender,

Because every child deserves a chance,

And this world

deserves a change.

‍We might not always merit the earth

but every child shall inherit it

Quiet is the most dangerous violence

For the loudest bombs 

are those met with silence

through ordeals of conflict, and crisis

malady and misfortune.

We fight for the family

and organise for the orphan

We free the chained

and we feed the hungry

because in a world of chaos

Peace is written by the young

and any war is already lost

if the cost is any kid killed

Compassion is not foolish weakness

it is our fiercest will

We shall grow

our strength, and not by how we triumph in war,

but how we try for peace

we shall sow our success

not by how we suppress

those hardest to rule

but those hardest to reach

We shall show our spirit

Not by how we defeat our enemies

but by how we defend the exiled

Most importantly we shall know ourselves

not by how we champion those in power

but how we empower the child.

this promise is our future

this planet our home

thus let us not just pass on 

Sure wisdom to the young

Let the young's wisdom surpass our own.

With this bright voice

we speak,

audacious and audible;

What yesterday we might have called obstacles,

Today are opportunities that make us unstoppable.

We respond in every

strife and struggle,

Because every child is phenomenal,

And to every child

we are responsible.

This is not just purpose.

Now, more than ever,

It is possible.”

Every child deserves a place to grow.
And sometimes, the light returns because one young voice refuses to let it stay dark.

Live in the Moment

 

~ Sometimes ~

Sometimes I feel I want to go back in times
Not to change things, but to feel a couple of things twice

Sometimes I wish I was a baby for a while
Not to be walked in the pram but to see my mother's smile

Sometimes I wish I could go back to school
Not to become a child but to learn how to be cool

Sometimes I wish I could be back in the uni
Not to be a rebel but to understand what I study

Sometimes I wish I was a fresher at my work
Not to do less work but to recall the joy of the first pay cheque


Sometimes I wish I could marry again all over
Not to change the partner but to understand the ceremony better

Sometimes I wish my kids were younger
Not because they grew fast but to play with them a bit more

Sometimes I feel I still had some more time to live
Not to have a longer life but to know what I could give

Since, Never can the times come back that are gone
Let's enjoy the moments as we live them from now on!!