Shine On

Listen to me,

The secret is to 

shine your own light, 

follow your own path.

Don't worry about the darkness,

for it is in the darkest hours

 that the stars shine most brightly.


Comments

beth said…
so true....so true.....
March 28, 2010 at 2:05 PM
Deirdra Doan said…
Oh how wonderful...I so so so Love Venice. We will be there too you know...Tell me about it...what is the workshop? Is there a web?

Please you will have to give me hints on where to stay and what to do when I go in June...23 or so...

I am so happy for you!!!

oxoxo
March 28, 2010 at 2:47 PM
Deirdra Doan said…
Oh...hmm...maybe we are there at the same time???? When are you going to Venice!!!
March 28, 2010 at 2:48 PM
ELK said…
meri ..i like the different yet similar stars to illustrate the poem ..
March 28, 2010 at 3:53 PM
Relyn Lawson said…
This needs to be on posted on every bathroom mirror, refigerator, what have you. Just something wonderful to think about every single day.
March 31, 2010 at 4:07 PM
Unknown said…
ohh I think I offed my own comment....so here it is again. I love the array of collectible, shining or glimmering stars you photo'd with these words. Nice.

I think I will copy your idea of taking my small camera with me at all times to photo things that will give me ideas too. My cell has a camera too but I don't carry it with me either.

Nice blog.....
April 2, 2010 at 6:45 PM
Unknown said…
Oh how true.... how true!!
April 3, 2010 at 1:22 PM
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