Comments on: SUNDAY WISDOM

By: CRC

CRC — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:19:15 +0000

Yes. I am a Man Boy.

By: A

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 21:17:05 +0000

And yes, I am a big child that still dreams and you should too.

By: A

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 21:11:18 +0000

I love your Sunday Wisdom, gets me to think…

By: Dutchy

Dutchy — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:57:54 +0000

So, are you a big child at heart? Best wishes for a happy new year to everyone.

By: Horace Mann

Horace Mann — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 17:30:01 +0000

“Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.”

By: Anna

Anna — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 17:06:57 +0000

The best time to look at the sun is at sunset. The beautiful colors of the sky are amazing while they blend one into the other. God must be an artist with a palette that can not be compare with anyone here on earth. No camera, painting or photo can compete with the naked eye as it look at the splender of God’s creation.

By: Anna

Anna — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 16:38:49 +0000

Apollo, the Sun god, brings life-giving heat and light to Earth.

As patron god of musicians and poets, he carries a lyre and his symbol represents the “egg of creation”.

And this whole time, I thought the sun was just a ball of gas that warmed the earth with sunlight which gave Mother Nature her power.

When I was a young girl, I was told not to look directly at the sun because it would burn my eyes. Of course, I peeked at the sun very quickly while I waited for the morning bus for school and all I saw was a very white bright light and I didn’t go blind.

By: Doug

Doug — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:56:34 +0000

You’re very welcome my brodda!

Catch ya on the next wave!!

By: The Barn

The Barn — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:48:05 +0000

You bet Brodda! 30 footers! TY!

By: Doug

Doug — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:32:09 +0000

Hi Jeff, and happy new year. Happy new year to CRC, Barn, Anna and everyone who reads my response to Jeff.

Jeff, I wish I could answer your question. I will say that life and some people have a way of turning one’s eyes into stones. So when my stones look up towards the wild blue, I see a green spot. Whereas an innocent child will see every color of the rainbow.

Surf’s up, Brodda?

Peace out,