Karen Cressman's Friends

Karen Cressman's Page

At 10:30am on April 15, 2010, Aanica said…: Thanks for the request, I look forward to getting to know your too...

At 12:23am on April 2, 2010, Ajumaaree said…: Hallo dear Karen,

Thank you for the friend invite, I am honored to be your friend. Internet radio...we must talk and get to know each other. I have a background in Radio both in Germany and here in the US. I will listen in soon...and get back to you. Meanwhile be well, Karen and blissfull as often as you can....Waving at you...Ajumaaree

At 4:04pm on March 28, 2010, The Dreaming People said…: 02 I Saved the World Today.mp3 ...thank you,Karen.....:-))) dp

At 2:45pm on February 27, 2010, Ben Reynauld said…: I did not know that until you pointed out that we joined on the same day. I believe nothing just happens like that, there must be a divine plan already stored in for us. Its so nice to get a response from you. My email is benrey9@gmail. com and i reside in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia.
Yes I subscribe to the same concept like you Karen ie " My work is about "Awakening" to consciously choose Love in every moment of every day to create a life you Love and peace in your presence". Cheers !

At 3:56pm on February 22, 2010, Ben Reynauld said…: Great mission Karen, can you add me as your friend and we can have good sharing. Cheers !

At 5:44am on February 1, 2010, The Ancient One said…: How still, how happy!
Emily Bronte

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream.

At 6:34pm on January 31, 2010, Richard Lukens said…: Hi Karen... welcome to the Architects site... your message is to the point and on target with our mission... so glad you joined

All the best,

-Rick