Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Love Fritzl
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night
Fritzl
Fritzl
If tears could build a staircase
And memories a lane
I would run right up to heaven
Just to be with you again.
Basic ThetaHealing Class Chicago March 4-6, '11
I have been asked to offer my healing class again.
With extreme pleasure, I am announcing my next seminar.
Learn a healing technique that will give you keys
to heal the very core of your being
using a brain wave that connects you to the Creator.
Cost $400.00
Contact: margaretloris@earthlink.net
Includes book, workbook and free email support
Monday, January 24, 2011
Oil Pulling, Wonderful Therapy, An Ancient Ayurvedic Method for Great Health
Dr. Karach said the Oilpulling heals totally “head-aches, bronchitis, tooth pain, thrombosis, eczema, ulcers and diseases of stomach, intestines, heart, blood, kidney, liver, lungs and women’s diseases. It heals diseases of nerves, paralysis, and encephalitis. It prevents the growth of malignant tumors, cuts and heals them. Chronic sleeplessness is cured.”
Friday, January 21, 2011
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE
I would run right up to heaven just to be with you again.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Fritzl Loris Nov. 2, 1997 to Jan. 7, 2011
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.