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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sure all life’s highways at some point must end, so I plan to ride it in style and plummet in a swan dive when the pavement runs out…And hopefully leave behind artistically that which may make other roads an even better ride…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sometimes it’s, run don’t walk! Like when you’re going to the arms of a loved one.
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.