I always have the time, the room and the energy for more love.

Opportunities to share love and compassion are all around us. Its going to take an army of compassionate people to heal our world. How will you show yours?

Your connection to yourself is also your connection to the divine. The more you are connected to yourself, the more you are connected to the divine. They are one and the same.

Sometimes all thats left is faith.

People who have stepped fully into their power know they don't have to push or force things they know that real power comes from surrender.

You are here to be fully alive. Your expression is needed. Don't hold back

You are never left out from the experience of love. You can always give and receive love right from where you're at. It's always up to you.

A regular meditation practice is one of the highest forms of self-love.

Listen to your soul it's calling you toward the life that is meant for you.

Think of the air you breathe as love. Changes everything.

As I align with the Universal Energy of love I feel fully supported.

I appoint the laziest person to do the hardest job as they'll find the easiest way to do it

Anything worth having is hard to keep, I love you like my coffee, so hot and so sweet. So, let's stick it out so we never regret it, I could forgive the past-but I never forget it.

Rent control has in certain Western countries constituted, maybe, the worst example of poor planning by Governments lacking courage and vision.

As believers in Christ, we are part of Him-God the Father decided before the foundation of the world that anyone who loved Christ would be loved and accepted by Him.

I've learned the number one job of a pro manager is not to win championships but to keep their job.

The higher the yield, the higher the risk. A high yield is designed to attract investors. An outrageously high yield attracts fools.

* We can still alter our course. It is NOT too late. We still have options. We need the courage to change our values to the regeneration of our families, the life that surrounds us.

The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.

I seem to keep returning to my father in poems because his personality was so extreme, so driven. He did everything to excess.

it's your own fault for encouraging him..., you know. Now he thinks he's a human being. Neal of Queens cove