Jimmy Stewart was a very sincere, honest and straightforward man.
The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.
I want to be someone making musicwith my coming.
The writing of Kathleen McGookey shines more brightly than most fine things we feel pleasure to read. Celebrate it!
Teaching and writing are separate, but servefeed one another in so many ways. Writing travels the road inward, teaching, the road out - helping OTHERS move inward - it is an honor to be with others in the spirit of writing and encouragement.
I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It is dusty on the edges. It is slightly rotten. I guard it without thinking. I focus on it once a year when I shake it out in the wind. I do not ache. I would not trade.
For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.
Wise guy, he not go against wind. In Chinese we say, Come from South, blow with wind -- poom! -- North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen.
People say 'go with the flow' but do you know what goes with the flow? Dead fish.
A god cannot procure death for himself, even if he wished it, which, so numerous are the evils of life, has been granted to man as our chief good.
A simple rule, to be followed whether one is in the light or not, gives backbone to one's spiritual life, as nothing else can.