Fresh Quinoa salad

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 1 cup  Quinoa cooked with water.

{Using a fine sieve , rinse and drain the Quinoa. In a medium saucepan bring 11/2 cups of water to boil.

Add Quinoa , stir and reduce heat to medium-low. Cook for 12-15 minutes or until liquid is absorbed.

Cool and fluff with fork.}

In a large bowl you combine the cooked Quinoa and the following.

1 small red pepper diced.

3 greens onions sliced.

1 cup cucumber diced

11/2 cups grape tomatoes halved

1/4 cup chopped parsley.

Dressing:

3-4 Tbsp. olive oil

2 Tbsp. vinegar

1 garlic clove minced

salt and pepper to taste

A pinch of crushed red pepper flakes (optional)

Pour dressing over Quinoa and vegetable mixture and toss to coat evenly.ENJOY!!!

Sleeping woman

                                   
                                  A WOMAN'S BEAUTY

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows!

 written by Teresa Mahieu

Longing for spring!

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                                                   HAPPINESS IS WHEN
                                     WHAT YOU THINK,
                                       WHAT YOU SAY,AND
                                         WHAT YOU DO 
                                           ARE IN HARMONY.
                                                         
                                                            MAHATMA GANDHI
                                                       




                                                                 

The Acropolis museum

Birds of Paradise.

Please..... NO MORE!

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Snowflakes

by Linda A. Copp

Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.

Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.

Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

Moments, by Jorge Luis Borges

Moments, by Jorge Luis Borges

If I were able to live my life again,
next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect. I would be more relaxed.
I would be much more foolish than I have been. In fact,
I would take very few things seriously.
I would be much less sanitary.
I would run more risks. I would take more trips,
I would contemplate more sunsets,
I would climb more mountains,
I would swim more rivers.
I would go to more places I have never visited.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems, fewer imaginary ones.
I was one of these people who lived prudently
and prolifically every moment of his life.
Certainly I had moments of great happiness:
Don’t let the present slip away.
I was one of those who never went anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
an umbrella, and a parachute.
If I could live over again,
I would go barefoot, beginning
in early spring
and would continue so until the end of autumn.
I would take more turns on the merry-go-round.
I would watch more dawns
And play with more children,
if I once again had a life ahead of me.
But, you see, I am eighty-five
and I know that I am dying.