Do not allow obligation or immediacy to bind you to physical things or specific actions.
I will reflect the finest qualities my friends offer me and remind them of all the promise I see in them.
I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world. Mary
Pick up a stone that feels good to you and is small enough to hold in one hand. Consider how long that stone has been around and what enormous pressure it has experienced. Draw strength from its long history.
See stars in the changing season and dance among them, shining.
What if we just acted like everything was easy?
I will move with the wind.
I wake up to profound perspective that allows me to celebrate the choices of my moments, of my life.
The boldness of endurance is the underline to almost every success.
The opportunity for greater courage comes in the most ordinary of moments.
Consider calling it a challenge rather than calling it a crisis.
Play as often as you can.
Nurturing is not complex. It's simply being tuned in to the thing or person before you and offering small gestures toward what it needs at that time.
What is it about sameness that so draws me, and how could I begin to have that same kind of attraction to change?
Know the best and highest choices for health and more often choose those things.
It is (often) the quiet gesture which carries the most significance - the one which suddenly directs the symphony.
What are the proper grounds for joy? Is it circumstance which will determine the stature of my spirit? Ah, no. It is choice. It is always a choice - in the face of any event - for joy.
Making promises to myself, in my personal writing practice, has been important to me all my life. In practical application it is so much easier for me to make promises to others, and keep them, than it is to make promises to myself. "Why is that?" and the answer I gave myself is that in making promises to others I create a model of accountability and reinforcement. I duplicate that in my writing and have grown increasingly better at making and keeping promises to myself.
This day I see that pretty much all my correspondences are love letters.
There is no small act of kindness. Every compassionate act makes large the world.