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Archive for the month “May, 2011”

Dominance doesn’t equal strength

Just as how much money you have is an irrelevant measure of your true worth as a human being, dominance over others has very little to do with strength. Brute force, sure, but not strength. Not real strength.

Thomas Jefferson believed that strength emanated from union. From the ability to call upon the people and have them act, in unity, against tyranny, in favor of freedom.

Paulo Coelho – Be realistic; always wish what is impossible.

Thoughts about Time

First: Nobody can manage time. But you can manage those things that take up your time.

Second: Time is expensive. As a matter of fact, 80 percent of our day is spent on those
things or those people that only bring us two percent of our results.

Third: Time is perishable. It cannot be saved for later use.

Fourth: Time is measurable. Everybody has the same amount of time…pauper or king. It is not how much time you have; it is how much you use.

Fifth: Time is irreplaceable. We never make back time once it is gone.

Sixth: Time is a priority. You have enough time for anything in the world, so long as it ranks high enough among your priorities.

excerpt from, First Thing Every Morning by Lewis Timberlake.

Simple Truths –


In the lengthening days of early spring,

among the vanishing snowshadows,

I hear new bird songs, see geese overhead,

and greet the long-awaited return of smells.

Trees light their little green sparklers,

and I walk among them.

Then the great flowering procession begins:

first the gentle, snow-defiant crocuses,

and the hyacinth, low and easy to miss,

then the forsythia, the dogwood, dandelions

and daffodils, followed in proper order

by the tulips and the flowering trees,

crabs and cherries, and the azaleas.

Little purple things, and white ones, dot the yard.

Finally the lilacs bloom, and I walk among them.

The catalpa tree will blossom much later,

and I will stand beside it as well.

Among flowering beings, softly opening,

with billowing wonders, I, too, live,

with my own great unfolding.


Steve Garnaas-Holmes – Unfolding Light – used with permission – 


The Highest Goal of Any Art

Is so simple, despite thoughts to the contrary.

I was reading through some old content on this site recently – posts, quotes and postcards. In all honestly, I was dumbfounded. A lot of it just didn’t make sense to me. “What did I mean by that?”, I kept asking myself. And I started to get dejected because I just couldn’t reconnect to the emotions that inspired each piece of writing.

I began to think about my writing process and realized that I have never once planned a post. Sometimes I have an idea about what I want to write, but more often than not, I’ll be running or reading or otherwise engaged and a thought will pop into my head that inspires me to write. So I do. I begin to type and I just see where the words take me.

And that’s when it hit me. Just as art is simply the expression of one single moment, one idea, one inspiration, the appreciation of art isn’t possible in every moment, from every perspective, by everyone. Because I, as the artist, can’t fully appreciate each art form I’ve created at any given time, doesn’t make it any less valuable. To the contrary, it makes it that much more critical to create when inspiration strikes because that unique form of art may only be possible in that moment. Wait a minute, a day, a week, and it’s gone. Something may replace it, sure, but not the same thing.

All of which brings me to what I’ve come to believe is the highest goal of any art. Not to be revered by millions of people or to earn a steep financial reward. But simply to connect with one person, in that one moment when they’re ready to receive it. On any other day, at any other time, they might glance at it and move on. But on that day, at that moment, it might just change everything.

How to Matter

A Philosopher’s Notes – Little By Little‏

The  Buddha tells us that one becomes good little by little—as a water pot is filled  with water, drop by drop by drop. (He also tells us that one becomes evil, little by little, drop by drop by little decision drop.)

Little by little. Drop by drop.
Little by little. Drop by drop.
After years of trying to fill my water pot ALL! AT! ONCE!, I’m finally
understanding that my attempts to change everything NOW were like trying to fill
a beautiful, delicate water pot with a fire hydrant. Rather than winding up with
a full pot, I pretty much sprayed the thing all around the room (and nearly
cracked it!).
Little by little. Drop by drop.
That’s the way to roll.
Moment by moment. Little decision by little mundane decision. Day in and day
out. THAT’s where it’s at.

Brian Johnson, Chief Philosopher

Art and Love are man’s greatest gifts to himself.

There is no art without love. Art is
always the making of the soul, the craft
of man’s touch, whether that touch is
corporeal or the touch of the mind and
spirit; so it has been since Neanderthal
times, and so it will always be.

Excerpt from Power vs. Force

Dr. David Hawkins

I believe God wants you to know…

…that the best things in life are free.

  That is just about the oldest, most trite, most hackneyed
 “saying” you could come across today. But it is so, so
 true. And it is important never to lose sight of that. So
 look around you. Wherever you see friendship, loyalty,
 laughter, love…there is your treasure.
Neale Donald Walsch

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