silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku

ON LIVING LIFE WISELY - To make the right choices, you have to be at peace with yourself.

Sometimes, all you need is someone who will listen. It is fortune enough to have people around who hear you & not judge you.

LIFE’S SOFT EDGES‘Tis a truth I will confess that we ofttimes find soft edges –to such a degree, our livesare well manifestof people’s kindliness.

Every person is an entrance to another world.

HIDEAWAYPreserve thatsecret, homey spotin your heart, as sanctuary where dreams may be softly tended, and revived.

Come discover how astonishingit is to unravel your own blossoming.

The world is abounding with beauty. You are a demonstration of this.

Smart means having intellectual humility rather than high cognitive ability.

INDIVIDUALITYI will never cease to talk in riddles, I will never try to feel different.I may be unusual for them, but that’s alright with me.

MORNINGTIDEThe wonderful works of morningtidebring the sight of luminous whiteness, a breathing whimsyamong wind-tossed sprigs of green.

Some people are street-smart, some people are book-smart, but most people are just dumber than dirt.

The winds of tribulation blow out some men's candles of commitment.(Maxwell) Our job in recovery is to protect our candle from those winds.

This is how everything should end: with the forgotten remembered, the wounded healed, and the sinners forgiven.

I'm turning you into a girlchasing a butterfly, a she-wolfon a hilltop, & then back into a woman.

Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.

I think that when the world feels safe and secure, we probably feel more that way in our personal lives. What goes on in the world affects us, unequivocally.

I give no sources, because it is indifferent to me whether what I have thought has already been thought before me by another.

More good things in life are lost by indifference than ever were lost by active hostility.

My own books drive themselves. I know roughly where a book is going to end, but essentially the story develops under my fingers. It's just a matter of joining the dots.