The greatest work of Art, is life. The greatest calling, lifting, sharing that Art. May these hands, this heart, complete its work,mixed in company,and laughter,within the capsule of time gifted,on the canvas one may fill.
Doing what you love, with those you love, is an adventurous type of success. The kind that can not be taken away, often discovered by those who have had much taken away, and saw it as an opportunity to re-access their path, and reset from the crucible of shared and beneficial dreams.
Not all who demand your attention desire your happiness, many merely seeking a conveyance to their own. It is entirely easy when wrapped up with the petty to miss what is possible and what rows your ship to worthwhile dreams. But when two or more fall together to share the oars of what might be, dreams may find them in equal measure and as fast as the wake made.
What lies ahead? Worrying about it or creating it. Both requires a choice, one opens the door.
Some people spend their whole lives seeking heaven, when all they needed to do was look about them, and embrace that which was already there.
There is beauty all around us, and the light finds us when we realize, we are all part of that beauty and worth the cherishing. If we despise any, we journey to despise ourselves. See all as beautiful, even if they choose to see themselves through you, as being less than so. We have the power to see for each, and be the reflection of what they may yet see.
No matter how busy we may believe we are, we have the wonderful opportunity presently of investing time with loved ones. For those are the great investments we will be glad we made, when time begins to slow and the ability to tend turns tender.
These days, a sling of truth, still can make Goliath fall.
To experience courage, is to experience life. Reflected in loved ones, the greatest encouragement. Dignity, integrity and strength, a harmonious chord, interwoven into an unbreakable cord.
When fear no longer takes hold, the possibilities are endless.
Defeat is only defeat if we accept it as defeat. Victory often comes after defeat, because one was too stubborn to allow it to be their reality. In the trail of any great conflict you will see the scuff marks, where the one was beaten down, but they could not be taught to stay that way.
Fear not the unknown. It is a sea of possibilities.
Fear not the unknown. For it is a sea of possibilities.
Is it a weakness not being able to hate? Or is it preparation for what is inevitable, the ability only to love.
To win or lose often depends on set parameters. Expand the bounds of what is possible, and you may come out the true winner, outside the confines of its defining.
Time is an illusion, only the keepers of the illusion are real, and the reality they have spun, keeps us, until we set upon the path of the dream.
Let go and go beyond living the dream, by dreaming the reality, into a reality beyond the dream.
My goal is not to upset the apple cart, but to make it more accessible.
In these times where it has seemed dark indeedwhere integrity appears solely buried in legend and lore, it is an opportunity in contrast to the shadows, to create miracles. . . by choosing first courage, then diligence, standing, opening our mouth and speaking the truth that in rare moments, may ignite the light.
The only way I could conceive of waving a white flag, would be during the process of folding it, so to be used as a napkin later, at our victory dinner.
You are the water that flows freely, the most dynamic force on the planet with the ability to change course and outlook at any time. You can be a raging river or a placid pond. A source of nourishment, or a breaker of walls. Part of an ocean or a solitary drop. You are dynamic, you are beauty, you are life.
Parenting is a sacred responsibility with the sobering reality, of raising scholars or scars.
Theater is the crucible where we can create the dynamics of life without suffering the flames of their combustion.
Embrace what is, steer toward what may yet be.
If misfortune finds us, it will not find a home among us, for our hearts will give it no berth, as we birth the fortunes, misfortune missed.
Opportunity is another word for moving on. And it is a word choice, which is often the wiser. If the well gets poisoned, move to a meadow of merriment, where your hearts will echo the more.
We are the reflections for the stars to gaze upon, upon a sea of glass.
When we are still, all settles into place. We take time to see the beauty. We take time to see the heart. And we naturally gravitate to others that resonate that inner calm. When we are still.
I believe great things are ahead for each of us. Now we just have to go ahead and create them.
I love this life and even if to be taken from me, I will love that you have yours. Cherish all life, for life is worth cherishing.
The road to greatness is often sought, but if journeyed with kindness, it is sweetly paved.
You know you are truly alive, when you care for every living thing. One day soon, it will be the norm to view others not as competition, but gifts to share this gorgeous planet with, and we will not be able to imagine the loss of but one.
If the pen is mightier than the sword, a sharpie must be plain deadly!,Family we cannot always choose, but it sure is fun to try and make them laugh during dinners. Especially when they are trying to eat their soup.
Sip tea and coffee with those who say you can, politely stuff with cookies any who say you cannot. Because the stuff they are feeding you, be it the latter,looks strangely a bit like the little chocolate chips.
Life follows a rhythm and we hold the drum.
If life were a highway, I would still look for the footpath, for walking that, I would learn about us, enjoying the extra time to do so.
Let us go forth and unconquer the world!,The foundation for security and well being of a family is often built from a parent going extra miles to achieve it, doing mundane tasks to ensure it, standing up to injustice to protect it, and having the heart to listen and then express through embrace and action to each member of that sacred ohana how much they are deeply valued, unconditionally. And all the while, from birth, encouraging the other members to do the same. And often, from that foundation you have a home, well founded.
We are the light that needs no lifting, as long as our flames burn we are interwoven. A whisper within the heart is sufficient, to perpetuate the wave that we began together, beyond the fabric of the time we yet rest upon,From the fires of persecution, can come sparks of light.
Genius does not need to be validated, it just needs a legal pad and a pen.
When we feel the clown, when we have been played, if we have lived by heart, acted out of compassion, we are the substance of the play,rather than merely being played.
While most things require money to invest in, with efforts toward uncertain market shares maintained. Friendship is something your heart invests in, with priceless returns shared, in warm memory, remain.
Those that would attain wisdom, prefer the empty stadium. Those who wish to appear wise,prefer it full.
Dare to live by letting go.
If you feel like giving up, give up on that feeling and give into the realization there are endless possibilities waiting to be discovered before you.
We live on a world where if you run straight away, without turning, you return to your point of origin. So much energy can be saved and time, by dealing with the point, at its origin, that would make us run.
We have within ourselves as a species, the ability to find the beauty in everything. And once we master it, we will be some of the gentlest creatures that ever evolved.
Sometimes singed wings will fly with greater purpose.
Get on top of the obstacles and they become vantage points.
Pause, breathe, and lift, undefined, what is possible. Let the feeling of celebration come upon you, even if you do not comprehend cerebral reasons to justify it. For from that center, it will generate its own, able to carry you, until the original ones manifest, from that very portal you chose to fashion, unrestricted.
There are times when, that which we wish to be, will come to be, when we let it be.
A friend is a companion for the journey,never a means to our own. What we take we take together,the joy we reap, we have sown.
Perseverance is the steady pathway toward prevailing.
I have come to learn, that when people of money and power organize to set upon to break a person they seek to silence, and the person seems but a shadow of what they were, under the endless barrage, in the end when laid to rest, the dignity, compassion and presence of the person somehow endures, and their words awaken to speak clearer than before. As if torches ignite, when their flame is gone,and the light of their truth,Is brilliantly lit and once more born.
When the silence comes and the echoes of former life fades, what will have mattered will be, one made the world a bit better ‘fore their de-berthing. Writing, needs none, but the initial push of heart and passion, enabling the story to take flight, doves to clouds, clouds to doves, then to faithfully follow its unfolding through the quill transcribed, this self-perpetuating engine once born, with no further fuel required, to lift others in the journey, through time, for all time.
We are all children in the dark, finding our way together to the light. Many define the light before the light is reached and fix on their defining. There in the dark they clamor for others to embrace their defining, demanding its elevation, and giving it names they claim as sacred. But all are still in the dark, distracted by so many claims to the one way out, all unseen, and fix their take with fear and penalty if not likewise elevated as the one and only way. Whereas I leave it open to what the opening will reveal. Layered writing is my tool to enable the opening to widen, and it is our consciousness, not our physical form that has trouble squeezing through the passageway to the way out of the dark, while so many call out in the dark they know the way, rather than allowing the way to reveal itself. Watch the silent ones, calm in demeanor, who are experienced at leaving ways open, in order to find it. They listen and feel their way, in different ways and on different levels. These have no following to create the clamor, nor seek the glamour the clamor brings. They are simply wise because they leave it open to what the opening may become, rather than what they have been fed from birth, they birth in solitude what might be, allowing layers of ways to formulate and in that way follow in their minds and hearts a revealed and reveled light yet unseen.
Think of your day as a blank canvas, and everything you say, your art upon it. Then join your loved ones and friends, and create lasting beauty together, worthy of your inner Rembrandt.
The only thing worth conquering, is our own fears.
If you are feeling low, or trampled, unappreciated, or forgotten. . . and you are reading this, realize it is an illusion. . . the hope is real. . . you are valued. . . and what lies ahead. . . is brilliance.
When it comes to our own well being, it is not a matter of doing the math, it is a matter of choosing the formula. When you add up the numbers, keep the primary factors in mind. Then multiply all sums by a positive outlook. The numbers will inevitably change and so will any undesirable equivalence. The math is merely the meter for the moment in an ever changing flux of the dynamic human equation.
When the symphony of life fills your heart, the chorus of contentment joins in.
There are three things in life. . . not worrying what they are, not caring what others may think they are, and enjoying the wonder of what they might be. .
