Life: composted lessons for our hearts to blossom into our souls.

Mind chatter: a clatter of left-brain rains of doubt, worry, guilt, shame in a thunderstorm of fear. Forgive the chatter, clear your mind.

Kindness: a waltz with forgiveness and hope.

Compassion: a robust dance between grace and wisdom.

Promises, like gardens need weeding from time to time to produce healthy results.

Potential: a bridge between ask and grasp.

As I digest what words I speak, I consume more wisely.

Perspective seasons meaning with sprinkles of time.

Wander around wonder for awhile and awaken wisdom within.

Listening to intuition is similar to watching wind wiggle a pond. Allow the ripples to move you where you need to be.

She haunts my dreams.Shadows of the past.Ripping my heart down the seams.No one to blame but me.I'm a lone wolf now, but I still stare up at the moon, Call her name and wonder if she's looking too...

How we fall into grace. You can't work or earn your way into it. You just fall. It lies below, it lies beyond. It comes to you, unbidden.

We fought back with our music

Dreams are doorways into other dimensions that you forget how to open once you’re awake.

The market is a mechanism for sorting the efficient from the inefficient, it is not a substitute for responsibility.

I jerk off inside books, and give life to words, leaving concepts stuck together you've probably never heard

So, in meditation practice, the best way to get somewhere is to let go of trying to get anywhere at all.

God had no problem with the man's separateness, his uniqueness, or his wholeness.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.

I believe we can accelerate our acumen, performance and success by leveraging our associations and spending time with people better than us.