It has always baffled me that I am aware of cords I cannot see, that connect me to you and you to me, these cords I know are there but I cannot see. Sometimes these cords seem to pull and sometimes they seem to constrain, often they keep me going and occasionally they sit me…

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring and honestly I don’t care…. I’ll address it tomorrow but tomorrow isn’t here…so I intend to stay in today and do the best I can….with whatever is presented to me and not try and rearrange the plan.. I feel there is a rhythm and I try to…

Silver in my tresses and lines upon my brow, they don’t bother me, I am grateful they are there They give my face character tell of my travels along the way and give hints of where I’ve been and where I will return someday I cannot go back to those days that have long since…

Success is more about acceptance than about accomplishments, acceptance of what we are.. and what we aren’t Building where we can and honestly evaluating our gifts.. and our shortcomings.. knowing who we are, what we are and why we are here Finding and living our purpose is the goal of life and the blessing is…

Birth drops our pebble into the pool of Life Our life is formed and shaped by the ripples we are propelled by and those we let pass… The most important ones are the ones we let Pass Ride the waves of life like you your life depends on it…because it does You will fall and…

As humans the problem isn’t our failures, the problem is an unwillingness to try. So in essence one can lead a productive and successful life failing but never giving up trying…. Second place isn’t a bad place to be, hence…”successfully failing to reach the top by society’s standards but realizing our personal potential. Ttucro

Typically when people think of doing without they assume it to be a hardship to be endured. Doing without by choice can actually be a freeing experience that refocuses our attention to what is needed and necessary and what is frivolous. The choice of realignment with the enhancing things in life as opposed to supposed…

Infatuation is blind…giggly oblivious,not real love. Real love sees and feels all the lumps and bruises…the imperfections and the misconceptions and accepts them. Love doesn’t pretend they aren’t there….and doesn’t ignore them but compares them to their own experiences and imperfections and concludes they are on their own path and sometimes we walk the same…

The day has given its notice to me it’s tired and ready to sleep….I agree to follow and crawl under the sheets…. It isn’t long before the carriage stops and I am on the docks.. The boardwalk creaks as I make my way to board the Ferry Queen… the crew retrieves the anchors and unties…

Life is often messy and difficult but we do the best we can, clean up our mishaps and missteps and know that the stains from the incidents will require several treatments before they are removed…..closer inspection reveals they are never completely gone, not recognized to most.. but we know they are there….and learn to live…