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Once again, I am attempting to rebuild HappyOtter to match the dream of how I wish it would look. I wonder how far I will get this time before I am distracted by an adventure or volunteer project?

Progress:

Quotes, poems, and photos are working now and are searchable!

Currently establishing userpoint system for Random Acts of Kindness.

Points will allow purchase of nature photos via online shop.

Online shop has begun to work (still needs lots of work).

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Quotes (click to search)

Kindness is language which the dumb can speak, and the deaf can understand.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The beginning and end of Torah is performing acts of loving kindness.
Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
Determine on some course, more than a wild exposure to each chance.
The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.' You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.
Shake off all the fears of servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be o
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.
Be wiser than other people if you can, but do not tell them so.
You who perceive yourself as weak and frail, with futile hopes and devastated dreams, born but to die, to weep and suffer pain, hear this: all power is given unto you in earth and heaven. There is nothing you cannot do.
We do not always like what is good for us in this world.
Achieving starts with believing.
One must never lose time in vainly regretting the past nor in complaining about the changes which cause us discomfort, for change is the very essence of life.
I am not interested in the past. I am interested in the future, for that is where I expect to spend the rest of my life
Failure is not fatal. Failure should be our teacher, nor our undertaker. It should challenge us to new heights of accomplishments, not pull us to new depths of despair. From honest failure can come valuable experience.
We can always redeem the man who aspires and tries.
Keep constantly in mind in how many things you yourself have witnessed changes already. The universe is change, life is understanding.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
A strong passion ... will insure success, for the desire of the end will point out the means.
If you have made mistakes, even serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you. And supposing you have tried and failed again and again, you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down,
Pearls lie not on the seashore. If thou desirest one thou must dive for it.
Questions are the creative acts of intelligence.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

The question, "Which is the happiest season of life," being referred to an aged man, he replied: "When spring comes, and in the soft air the buds are breaking on the trees, and they are coved with blossoms, I think, 'How beautiful is Spring!' And when the summer comes, and covers the trees with its heavy foliage, and singing birds are among the ranches, I think, 'How beautiful is Summer!' When autumn loads them with golden fruit, and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost, I think, 'How beautiful is Autumn!' And when it is sere winter, and there is neither foliage nor fruit, then I look up through the leafless branches, as I never could until now, and see the stars shine."
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.
He who knows not and knows not that he knows not, He is a fool - shun him He who knows not and knows he knows not, He is simple - teach him; He who knows and knows not he knows, He is asleep - wake him; He who knows and knows he knows, He is wise; follow him.
Wouldn't this old world be better If the folks we meet would say -- "I know something good about you!" And treat us just that way? Wouldn't it be fine and dandy If each handclasp, fond and true, Carried with it this assurance -- "I know something good about you!" Wouldn't life be lots more happy If the good that's in us all Were the only thing about us That folks bothered to recall? Wouldn't life be lots more happy If we praised the good we see? For there's such a lot of goodness In the worst of you and me! Wouldn't it be nice to practise That fine way of thinking, too? You know something good about me, I know something good about you?
There is a destiny that makes us brothers; None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own. I care not what his temples or his creeds, One thing holds firm and fast -- That into his fateful heap of days and deeds The soul of man is cast.
Go placidly amid the noise & haste, & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness,. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, Whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy..
Bigotry has no head and cannot think, no heart and cannot feel. When she moves it is in wrath; when she pauses it is amid ruin. Her prayers are curses, her god is a demon, her communion is death, her vengeance is eternity, her decalogue is written in the blood of her victims, and if she stops for a moment in her infernal flight it is upon a kindred rock to whet her vulture fang for a more sanguinary desolation.
Great events, we often find, On little things depend, And very small beginnings Have oft a mighty end. Letters joined make words, And words to books may grow, As flake on flake descending Form an avalanche of snow. A single utterance may good Or evil thought inspire; One little spark enkindled May set a town on fire. What volumes may be written With little drops of ink! How small a leak, unnoticed, A mighty ship will sink! A tiny insect's labor Makes the coral strand, And mighty seas are girdled With grains of golden sand. A daily penny, saved, A fortune may begin; A daily penny, squandered, May lead to vice and sin. Our life is made entirely Of moments multiplied, As little streamlets, joining, Form the ocean's tide. Our hours and days, our months & years, Are in small moments given: They constitute our time below -- Eternity in heaven.
I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store; For Life is a just employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have paid.
This is my creed: To do some good, To bear my ills without complaining, To press on as a brave man should For honors that are worth the gaining; To seek no profits where I may, By winning them, bring grief to others; To do some service day by day In helping on my toiling brothers. This is my creed: To close my eyes To little faults of those around me; To strive to be when each day dies Some better than the morning found me; To ask for no unearned applause, To cross no river until I reach it; To see the merit of the cause Before I follow those who preach it..... To keep my standards always high, To find my task and always do it: This is my creed - I wish that I Could learn to shape my action to it.
It's not so much what you say As the manner in which you say it; It's not so much the language you use As the tone in which you convey it; "Come here!" I sharply said, And the child cowered and wept. "Come here," I said -- He looked and smiled And straight to my lap he crept. Words may be mild and fair And the tone may pierce like a dart; Words may be soft as the summer air But the tone may break my heart; For words come from the mind Grow by study and art -- But tone leaps from the inner self Revealing the state of the heart. Whether you know it or not, Whether you mean or care, Gentleness, kindness, love, and hate, Envy, anger, are there. Then, would you quarrels avoid And peace and love rejoice? Keep anger not only out of your words -- Keep it out of your voice.
It isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone That gives you a bit of a heartache At setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flowers you did not send, dear, Are your haunting ghosts at night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way; The bit of heartsome counsel You were hurried too much to say; The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle, winning tone Which you had no time nor thought for With troubles enough of your own. Those little acts of kindness So easily out of mind, Those chances to be angels Which we poor mortals find -- They come in night and silence, Each sad, reproachful wraith, When hope is faint and flagging, And a chill has fallen on faith. For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late; And it isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone Which gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun.
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way. I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue; I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me, Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be; I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon. I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could be repay A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be: I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.
You who are letting miserable misunderstandings run from year to year, meaning to clear them up someday; you who are keeping wretched quarrels alive because you cannot quite make up your minds that now is the day to sacrifice your pride and kill them; you who are passing men sullenly upon the street, not speaking to them out of some silly spite, and yet knowing that it would fill you with shame and remorse if you heard that one of them were dead tomorrow morning; you who are letting your neighbor starve, till you hear that he is dying of starvation; or letting your friend's heart ache for a word of appreciation or sympathy, which you mean to give him someday; if you could only know and see and feel, all of a sudden, that "the time is short," how it would break the spell! How you would go instantly and do the thing which you might never have another chance to do!
I would teach each child to be positive, to smile, to love and be loved. I would teach each child to take time to observe some miracle of nature - the song of a bird, the beauty of a snowflake, the orange glow of a winter sunset. I would teach each child to feel warmly about those for whom the task of learning does not come easily. I would teach each one to be kind to all living creatures and to crowd out of their lives feelings of guilt, misunderstanding and lack of compassion. I would teach each child that it is O.K. to show their feelings by laughing, crying or touching someone they care about. Every day I would have each child feel special and, through my actions, each one would know how much I REALLY CARE

Happy Otter Thoughts

Share Your Light

Be the Spark. Be the match. Be the candle.
Go to the dark places and share your light.
Create hope! Prove that somebody cares.
Step outside the safe castle walls to fight dragons.

The odds may be worse than a billion to ‘One’.
Be the ‘One’ who answers the call of those who are trapped.
Do your best when others make excuses and refuse.
What if it was you trapped? Would you want someone to try?

We all return to the Earth when life is gone.
This is your one moment in infinite time to show courage and love.
They will predict failure and tell you there is no chance in Hell.
Build Heaven in reply with broken tools, now, where you stand.

--HappyOtter 2014-10

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Destiny Calls

Back against the wall.
No chance in Hell.
They say it is not possible.
How do you reply?

Carpe Diem with love and knowledge!
Fight the dragons of hate and ignorance.
Live with courage creating hope.
Build a piece of Heaven on Earth today.

--HappyOtter 2014-10

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I Dare You

I dare you to care and try and speak truth.
I double dare you to spread love and kindness.

It will require courage and strength.
You might fail and get hurt and cry.

But, still I double dare you!
Many true friends are waiting for you to accept.

--HappyOtter 2014-10