Love is better than anger

Love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. 

- Jack Layton

Just For Now

Just for now

Just for now, without asking how, let yourself sink into stillness. 

Just for now, lay down the weight you so patiently bear upon your shoulders. Feel the earth receive you, and the infinite expanse of the sky grow even wider as your awareness reaches up to meet it. 

Just for now, allow a wave of breath to enliven your experience. Breathe out whatever blocks you from the truth. 

Just for now, be boundless, free, with awakened energy tingling in your hands and feet. Drink in the possibility of being who and what you really are – so fully alive that the world looks different, newly born and vibrant, just for now. 

~ Danna Faulds

Hawaiian Rules

Hawaiian Rules

Never judge a day by the weather

The best things in life aren't things

Tell the truth - there's less to remember

Speak softly and wear a loud shirt

Goals are deceptive - the unaimed arrow never misses

He who dies with the most toys - still dies

Age is relative - when you're over the hill, you pick up speed

There are two ways to be rich - make more or desire less

Beauty is internal - looks mean nothing

No Rain - No Rainbows

To Meditate

To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
To meditate means to observe.
Your smile proves it.
It proves that you are being gentle with yourself,
that the sun of awareness is shining in you,
that you have control of your situation.
You are yourself,
and you have acquired some peace.

- Thich Nhat Hahn

Hum

Hum  by Mary Oliver

What is this dark hum among the roses?
The bees have gone simple, sipping,
that's all. What did you expect? Sophistication?
They're small creatures and they are 
filling their bodies with sweetness, how could they not 
moan in happiness? The little
worker bee lives, I have read, about three weeks. 
Is that long? Long enough, I suppose, to understand
that life is a blessing. I have found them-haven't you?—
stopped in the very cups of the flowers, their wings
a little tattered-so much flying about, to the hive,
then out into the world, then back, and perhaps dancing,
should the task be to be a scout-sweet, dancing bee.
I think there isn't anything in this world I don't 
admire. If there is, I don't know what it is. I 
haven't met it yet. Nor expect to. The bee is small,
and since I wear glasses, so I can see the traffic and 
read books, I have to
take them off and bend close to study and
understand what is happening. It's not hard, it's in fact
as instructive as anything I have ever studied. Plus, too,
it's love almost too fierce to endure, the bee
nuzzling like that into the blouse
of the rose. And the fragrance, and the honey, and of course
the sun, the purely pure sun, shining, all the while, over
all of us. 

What we think, will come about.

When we think of failure; failure will be ours. 

If we remain undecided nothing will ever change. 

All we need to do is want to achieve something great and then simply to do it. 

Never think of failure, for what we think, will come about. 

Autobiography in Five Chapters

1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

2) I walk down the same street.
There is a hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault.
I get out immediately

4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.