Take 12 fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly cleansed from all old memories of bitterness, rancor, hate, and jealousy.
Cut these months into 30 or 31 and even one 29 equal parts. (This batch will keep for one year. Do not attempt to make more than one batch at a time; many people spoil the entire lot in this way.)
Prepare one day at a time as follows. Into each day, put: 12 parts of faith, 11 of patience, 10 of courage, 9 of work (some people omit this ingredient and spoil the flavor of the rest), 8 of hope, 7 of fidelity, 6 of open-mindedness, 5 of kindness, 4 of rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad - don't do it), 3 of prayer, 2 of meditation, and 1 of well-selected resolution.
If you have no conscientious scruples, add a teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor.
Pour love liberally into the whole, and mix with vim. Cook thoroughly in a fervent heat. Garnish with a few smiles and a sprig of joy; then serve with quietness, unselfishness, and cheerfulness.
A Happy New Year is a certainty. - from "Leaves of Gold"
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL *
2018 has been a very hard year for many of us and the new year has started with more challenges. We face these challenges every day in our homes, our hearts, our classrooms and schools, our community and our country. We all have known heartache and heartbreak. We all have concerns about how family and friends are and where they are. We wonder how a person can stand just one more “thing.” The sadness, the anxiety, the stress. . . What can we do? Perhaps this little poem can give us a solution to at least one thing. It is called: "The Oyster"
There once was an oyster whose story I tell. Who found that some sand had got into her shell. It was only a grain, but it gave her great pain; for oysters have feelings although they're so plain. Now, did she berate the harsh workings of fate that brought her to such a deplorable state? Did she curse at the Lord, cry for correction, and claim that the sea should have given her protection? “No,” she said to herself as she lay on a shell. Since I cannot remove it I shall try to improve it. The years rolled around, as years always do. She finally came to her ultimate destiny: Oyster Stew!! And, the small grain of sand that had bothered her so … was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow!
This tale has a moral, for isn't it grand what an oyster can do with a morsel of sand? What couldn't we do if we'd only begin with just some of the things that get under our skin. - Anonymous
Always remember "Things we cannot solve, we must survive."