"Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.  
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.  
Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
-Rumi

"Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.  

Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.  

Take down the dulcimer.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”

-Rumi

Excerpt from The Call
"There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to.  All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.  You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.  Come home and rest.  How much longer can you live like this?  Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles.  All this trying.  Give up!  Let yourself be one of the God-mad, faithful only to the Beauty you are."
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Excerpt from The Call

"There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to.  All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.  You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.  Come home and rest.  How much longer can you live like this?  Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles.  All this trying.  Give up!  Let yourself be one of the God-mad, faithful only to the Beauty you are."

-Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Celebrate your face, your voice, your heart, your presence, your grit, your goodness, your beauty, your smile, your soulful light.  Simply celebrate you.  

Celebrate your face, your voice, your heart, your presence, your grit, your goodness, your beauty, your smile, your soulful light.  Simply celebrate you.  

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.Life is beauty, admire it.Life is bliss, taste it.Life is a dream, realize it.Life is a challenge, meet it.Life is a duty, complete it.Life is a game, play it.Life is a promise, fulfill it.Life is sorrow, overcome it.Life is a song, sing it.Life is a struggle, accept it.Life is a tragedy, confront it.Life is an adventure, dare it.Life is luck, make it.Life is too precious, do not destroy it.Life is life, fight for it.
-Mother Teresa

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

-Mother Teresa

Life is a series of vision and clarity interrupted by huge chasms, cracks, and breaks in all that you were sure that you knew.  The beauty is that once the vision and clarity weaves itself into your being, you will always return to that place.  The road may be rocky and seemingly insurmountable, but rest assured……you will be back.  

Life is a series of vision and clarity interrupted by huge chasms, cracks, and breaks in all that you were sure that you knew.  The beauty is that once the vision and clarity weaves itself into your being, you will always return to that place.  The road may be rocky and seemingly insurmountable, but rest assured……you will be back.  

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn’t go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. "
~Robert Fulghum

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn’t go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. "

~Robert Fulghum

In the cacophony….in the swirling madness, there is a peace and beauty utterly available. Requiring only perspective and inner vision to allow the transforming of that moment into blessed tranquility.  It is that simple - A flipping of the switch.

In the cacophony….in the swirling madness, there is a peace and beauty utterly available. Requiring only perspective and inner vision to allow the transforming of that moment into blessed tranquility. It is that simple - A flipping of the switch.

The changing of the seasons is profound for me each time it occurs.  The magic of a completely different time fighting to emerge, while the current season holds fast to its existence.  When winter acquiesces to spring, it does so with a stubbornness embedded in the possibility that it won’t return again. At times, fiercely roaring back before giving up its rightful place. 
Spring is playful, often prematurely poking its head.   The beauty of long awaited color, teasing throughout the landscape, only to retreat temporarily, if winter decides to return, clutching onto the precious few months it is granted.  

The changing of the seasons is profound for me each time it occurs.  The magic of a completely different time fighting to emerge, while the current season holds fast to its existence.  When winter acquiesces to spring, it does so with a stubbornness embedded in the possibility that it won’t return again. At times, fiercely roaring back before giving up its rightful place. 

Spring is playful, often prematurely poking its head.   The beauty of long awaited color, teasing throughout the landscape, only to retreat temporarily, if winter decides to return, clutching onto the precious few months it is granted.  

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.
- Jeanette Winterson

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

- Jeanette Winterson

The ability to see beyond the obvious, simply requires a slowing down from the frenzy of every-day life and an opening of your heart.  The vision and ability to see will come with the integration back to yourself that arrives with a slow breath, the ability be still, to be silent, and not do anything other than to settle into yourself.  
Once you move in that direction, what begins to come through, is the sub-text beneath the text; the beauty that springs forth even in the midst of difficulty, and the powerful insight into the world beyond the obvious.   

The ability to see beyond the obvious, simply requires a slowing down from the frenzy of every-day life and an opening of your heart.  The vision and ability to see will come with the integration back to yourself that arrives with a slow breath, the ability be still, to be silent, and not do anything other than to settle into yourself.  

Once you move in that direction, what begins to come through, is the sub-text beneath the text; the beauty that springs forth even in the midst of difficulty, and the powerful insight into the world beyond the obvious.   

We have grown up with the idea that we are inherently creative beings or we are not ….Most of believing that we are not.  Creativity is an innate and integral part of our who we are.  It is not a talent, although it can manifest itself as that.  Creativity is a letting go - a natural expression of ourselves that becomes a visible outpouring of our life’s energy into the world. With each expression of that unique creativity, the world is changed.  We don’t think of ourselves as having that power in the world, but we do.  Each time we are bold enough to unleash our creativity onto the world, there is shift - a person, a situation, a place, is moved by exposure to that creative force.  Our gift is that beauty - that reflection of our creative selves into the world and reciprocally, we are showered  back with magnificence.   

We have grown up with the idea that we are inherently creative beings or we are not ….Most of believing that we are not.  Creativity is an innate and integral part of our who we are.  It is not a talent, although it can manifest itself as that.  Creativity is a letting go - a natural expression of ourselves that becomes a visible outpouring of our life’s energy into the world. With each expression of that unique creativity, the world is changed.  We don’t think of ourselves as having that power in the world, but we do.  Each time we are bold enough to unleash our creativity onto the world, there is shift - a person, a situation, a place, is moved by exposure to that creative force.  Our gift is that beauty - that reflection of our creative selves into the world and reciprocally, we are showered  back with magnificence.   

Breathtaking beauty, in the hands and heart of a child lost in the moment of the transference of love to, through, and in the natural state of childhood innocence.  Holding the purest sense of life and wonder in her hands.  Sensing the precious precariousness of life, nurturing and caring for it by lovingly creating a haven - a butterfly bed - at the same time, feeling the pain of knowing how short lived it all could be.  ”I will be sad if this dies.”, she gently writes in her newly found six-year-old ability to transfer her heart to a piece of paper.  

Breathtaking beauty, in the hands and heart of a child lost in the moment of the transference of love to, through, and in the natural state of childhood innocence.  Holding the purest sense of life and wonder in her hands.  Sensing the precious precariousness of life, nurturing and caring for it by lovingly creating a haven - a butterfly bed - at the same time, feeling the pain of knowing how short lived it all could be.  ”I will be sad if this dies.”, she gently writes in her newly found six-year-old ability to transfer her heart to a piece of paper.  

To take the time to breathe in, to fully ingest all of the extraordinary beauty surrounding us available at every moment, is to give yourself the gift of cleansing your heart, mind and spirit.  An active conscious awareness -  the taking in of beauty -  is the powerful anti-toxin of living in the modern world.  

To take the time to breathe in, to fully ingest all of the extraordinary beauty surrounding us available at every moment, is to give yourself the gift of cleansing your heart, mind and spirit.  An active conscious awareness -  the taking in of beauty -  is the powerful anti-toxin of living in the modern world.  

What is our sense of place?  Where do we all really sense that belonging that reaches into the deepest recesses of our hearts and souls?  What are the elements - seen and unseen that call to us and say that someplace is home?  I have felt that sense many times in my life - so forcefully that I can pinpoint where those places are geographically that say - I could live here.  This would be home.  
Other places, even those possessing spectacular beauty have no pull for me, and yet the ones that have chosen me, harken to me.  I am filled with gratitude that I can even feel this tugging, as it has made me examine what the elements of a rich and full life are - who I am - the core essence of what comprises the heart and soul residing in this temporarily given body.  It’s a feeling more than anything - one that recently brought me to tears, as I experienced one of those senses of place.  
It pulls at your true self, calling to it to come out and play - to open to the deep gifts that have been bestowed upon a life.  The sense of place is yourself intensified and displayed in a place, a people, a landscape and an internal beating heart, of where you can see yourself being, because your most inner self knows that you have experienced everything true about yourself.  
I am blessed

What is our sense of place?  Where do we all really sense that belonging that reaches into the deepest recesses of our hearts and souls?  What are the elements - seen and unseen that call to us and say that someplace is home?  I have felt that sense many times in my life - so forcefully that I can pinpoint where those places are geographically that say - I could live here.  This would be home.  

Other places, even those possessing spectacular beauty have no pull for me, and yet the ones that have chosen me, harken to me.  I am filled with gratitude that I can even feel this tugging, as it has made me examine what the elements of a rich and full life are - who I am - the core essence of what comprises the heart and soul residing in this temporarily given body.  It’s a feeling more than anything - one that recently brought me to tears, as I experienced one of those senses of place.  

It pulls at your true self, calling to it to come out and play - to open to the deep gifts that have been bestowed upon a life.  The sense of place is yourself intensified and displayed in a place, a people, a landscape and an internal beating heart, of where you can see yourself being, because your most inner self knows that you have experienced everything true about yourself.  

I am blessed