Category Archives: People

Inspirational people collection relating to lifestyle themes.

All The World’s a Stage

all the world's a stage

“Dark Clown,” 1980, drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

All the world’s a stage…we each have a part to play.

“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; a stage where every man must play a part…” (from William Shakespeare’s “The Merchant of Venice, Act 1, Scene 1”)

All The World’s a Stage

All the world’s a stage.

We each have a part to play.

The script is written; we practice, we recite.

We act out each scene through the day and through the night.

All the world’s a stage.

Some roles we favor, and some we do not.

We gleam in the spotlight, we shine in its ray;

but we fade into darkness when the light goes away.

All the world’s a stage.

We perform without ceasing.

Even when the audience is near empty, and the applause is weak,

the show must go on…no matter what it is we seek.

All the world’s a stage.

We give our best; we give our all.

When the curtain starts closing; when the last line is said…

What is it in life that propels us ahead?

All the world’s a stage.

So what do you say to that?

What part do you play, a leading role per chance?

Whatever it may be, to the lives of others may it enhance.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

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The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

The Best of Times

“Reflection in the Water,” photograph by R. Flanagan

 

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

“There is a time for everything…There is a time to cry. And there’s a time to laugh. (Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4)

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

The best of times,

the worst of times,

somehow they all fall into place.

They can build us up,

they can tear us down.

What we do with them matters the most.

The best of times,

the worst of times,

they shape our stories, our passions, our work.

They can fill our dreams,

impact our hopes and our needs.

They can add meaning to our lives.

The best of times,

the worst of times,

Do you ever wonder where you’d be?

Without such experiences,

What would we treasure?

What would we forget? What would we keep?

The times in life that we remember the most, are the ones that were truly worth living.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

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Show Me Your Love

Show Me Your love

“Love Bouquet,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Show Me Your Love…and when you do, what will it look like?

When I wrote this poem, it wasn’t directed at one person, but it spoke to a host of feelings that I’ve experienced over my many years.  The intimacy of love of any kind, whether it be between lovers or the best of plutonic friends, is such an overwhelming thing.  I believe that love is an absolute necessity for every life, yet it is one emotion that can be the most difficult to master…when giving and receiving it. Continue reading

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Who Is She?

Who Is She?

“Who Is She?, a photograph of my niece Leia Gabrielle

Who Is She? Do we really know ourselves as well as we think?

Who Is She?

Is she frail, vulnerable, quiet and shy?

Is she childlike, inquisitive, and always asking why?

Is she dark, aloof, and mysteriously unknown?

Is she confident enough to stand all on her own?

Is she full of life? Does she have vigor for it?

Will she embrace and use her talent, or simply ignore it?

Is she one who will strive for good and not fall?

No matter the cost; even if asked to give her all?

I wonder, who she is; given the chance to prove,

Will her inner love and compassion cause her to move?

To love others deeply; to give of herself from her heart,

May she steadily seek these qualities and may they never depart.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

“I am living my life to the beat of a different drum, and I am making my own beautiful music along the way.”  Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

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A Christmas Memory: At Grandmother’s House

At Grandmother's House

“Grandmother’s Cookies,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

At Grandmother’s House

There are many childhood memories that I recall and revisit every year as I prepare for the holidays.  I’ve always had a sweet tooth, and thanks to my Grandmother, I have enjoyed baking throughout the years.  So, it is no surprise that one of my favorite holiday memories, is going to my Grandmother’s house to bake her Italian Christmas Cookies.

As I’ve mentioned in past writings, it was always a special treat for me when my parents, sisters, and I would load into the car and drive the half hour or so distance to my Grandmother’s house.  Visiting Grandmother was special any time of the year, but especially during the holiday season.  Grandmother would have been up hours before we’d arrived.  She’d likely have had a few cups of her Red Rose tea, and the mixer, cookie sheets, rolling pin, bowls and other baking paraphernalia set out and ready to use. Continue reading

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A Christmas Memory: Have a Holly Jolly Christmas

Have a Holly Jolly Christmas

“The Girls at Christmas,” a photograph of my sister Marjorie (left) and me (right) during one of our childhood Christmases

Have a Holly Jolly Christmas

If you are like me, you’ve already begun your trek towards celebrating Christmas…putting up the decorations, baking your favorite cookies and sweet treats, making your lists so you are ready to tackle the stores.  No doubt, your ears have heard a few Christmas carols subtly spreading the holiday cheer even when you’ve gone to pick up a few grocery items.  The song, “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas,” that is featured in one of my favorite childhood Christmas shows, “Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” is one that I have been humming for the past several days…and my mind has filled up with holly jolly memories.

I can’t help but wear a huge smile as I think of how excited my sisters and I would get during the weeks before Christmas when we were little girls.  My older sister Marjorie and I would rehearse the hymns and carols we’d learned for our Christmas programs at church and school, while scrubbing away at the evening dishes.  We’d spend hours outside leaving our impressions in the snow, hoping that they’d resemble snow angels as much as possible.  Our mom would encourage our creativity by having some sort of project for us to do, like hand painting little wooden ornaments to hang on our Christmas tree.  Many of those ornaments adorn my parents’ tree every Christmas still, and I swear I can pick out at least a few of the ones I’d painted!

Oh, how I loved all of the special activities that surrounded my childhood Christmas holidays.  I especially enjoyed helping to wrap the gifts and make bows for the packages.  What a delight it was sipping eggnog and how my mouth watered at the sight of the colorful ribbon candy and pretty foil-wrapped chocolates that were scattered around our home.  I would seemingly fall into a trance when in the evenings, I’d sit and take in the peaceful glow of the lights that my dad had carefully strung around the tree; each one silently flickering, like tiny flames…little lights of Christmas.

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“All Snuggled in His Bed,” graphite & colored pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Whatever your favorite childhood Christmas memories are, (I’d love it if you’d care to share them), may they warm your heart and create a glow that brings a smile to your face and radiates to those around you…a Holly Jolly Christmas to you!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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9/11 A Tribute to Life

9/11 A Tribute to Life

“Tribute,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

9/11 A Tribute to Life; may we always remember and may we always be grateful.

I have recently returned from a brief visit with my family during the Labor Day holiday weekend. My mind is full, my emotions tossing to and fro.  I am happy to have had a chance to visit with those whom I love so much, yet sad that the time is already behind me.  The old African proverb “It takes a village to raise a child,” comes to mind as I remember excerpts of my life; the experiences that I’ve had and the people who have influenced my life, helping to make me the person that I am today.  It is hard to fathom how many acquaintances intertwine in one person’s lifetime.  My, how precious life is and how fragile. Continue reading

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Life and living…

life and living

“Celebrate Life!,” graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Life and living…

I have done a lot of thinking about life and living it these days. I am the product of a multi-racial heritage. I often think of each member of my extended family as a patch of fabric all sewn together into one big, colorful blanket, That imagery has always brought comfort and warmth to my heart. With all of the racial tension surrounding us in the media recently, I can’t  help, however, to think about how my own ethnicity has impacted my life.  It seems strange to be writing about such a thing because there are so many facets to it.  I could go on  and on about the subtle events that have taken place in my past that bruised rather than lifted me up.  The things that caused me to be disappointed rather than hopeful.  There are also just as many times that I can remember being able to hold my head high, and to be proud of my accomplishments, despite any negativity that may have threatened to get in the way.

“I am living my life to the beat of my own drum and making my own beautiful music along the way.” Felecia R. Weber Continue reading

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