Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.
How can something bother you if you won’t let it?
Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow.
Prayer is the coin paid to Gratitude.
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.
The swing on your porch is a better liver of life than the chair in front of your desk.
Love letters and poems aren’t the least bit difficult to write, if you write directly from your heart into the ink and don’t channel through your brain first.
Spirit can walk, spirit can swim, spirit can climb, spirit can crawl. There is no terrain you cannot overcome.
If you plant Twinkies in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health?
It is of course possible to dance a prayer.
I love America. I love the world. Brotherhood and sisterhood have no borders. My heart orbits the Earth, love cannot be measured in longitude or latitude.
God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary.
How many stanzas in the springtime breeze?
How plenty the raindrops? As He doth please.
There is no meter and there is no rhyme,
Yet God’s poems always read in perfect time.
Guilt is always hungry, don’t let it consume you.
If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.
I tried yoga once but took off for the mall halfway through class, as I had a sudden craving for a soft pretzel and world peace.
Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness.
Writer’s block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite.
I pet her and she pays me back in purrs.
Action is taking the first step. Action is climbing the hill. Action combined with desire, harmonious intent, and undoubting yesfulness is invincible. Hallelujah!
When the cherry blossoms fall onto you, don’t wipe them away ? close your eyes and have cherry blossom dreams!
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.
Hate less, live longer.
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance.
Dreams are free, so free your dreams.
Art is the struggle to understand.
It’s just life. Just live it.
How do I find my tune, my song, my personal harmony that’s healing because it’s me?
This weary ol’ workhorse is a unicorn, my friend.
Poured a cup of hot sepia coffee in a wisteria flowered mug, dandelion sunshine spilling through the periwinkle sky. (from “Colorful Morning”)
The goal of life: simple, but not empty.
Raindrops resplendent with angels patter my head and drizzle God’s love over me. Wet rejoicing abounds!
Healing is freedom from worry.
Healing is to live and not to pretend to live.
Healing is gratitude.
Healing is balance.
Healing is letting go.
Healing is the energy of now.
Everyone has that one thing that’s totally illogical that someone else must accept, if you want to really love them.
Hard work is rewarding beyond gold. Sweating is living.
When most people see an adult skipping they assume it must be on the way either to or from the asylum.
Do not take anything for granted. Not one smile or one person or one rainbow or one breath, or one night in your cozy bed.
…and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them.
Did you really run into a monster on your path, or just a mirror?
You are as important to your health as it is to you.
Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we’ve been through.
Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y!
Follow the seasons. Follow your heart. Lead by example. Lead with love, alongside simplicity and courage, embracing duty, shunning fear.
Every son quotes his father, in words and in deeds.
Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.
Courage is tiny pieces of fear all glued together.
My boyfriend asked me why women think firemen are sexy, so I explained the pole theory: Men love women who slide down poles, and women love men who slide down poles. Subject dropped.
Proverbs generalize the verdicts of the world.
Destiny = our free will + God’s free will
Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy.
Whenever I see sunbeams coming through clouds, it always looks to me like God shining himself down onto us. The thing about sunbeams is they’re always there even though we can’t always see them. Same with God.
Over time, the hurt doesn’t hurt. Only regret does.
An idea whose time has come was waiting there all along.
My younger passions are still listening, as I age.
Put on your dream hat and dance all the way to success!
Grammar stops at love, and at art.
It’s only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven.
Follow your passion, and success will follow you.
My joy was skipping
Around our love
If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?
Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter.
Renew your passions daily.and later stumbled upon Chinese saying “Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again.”
X-rays surprise God: all the things he can see that a machine can’t.
A hug is a smile with arms, a laugh with a stronger grip.
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down ? all is heavy ? but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently wait to burst free. Some of us die never having burst.
Hear your heart. Heart your health.
My body is a bulletin board, transmitting my condition.
Wallets are the fabricated items into which we put our fabricated money, which most people believe to be their possession of the realest value.
Cherry summer cloud happy heart blossoms overflowing my sunlit soul bursting into nature’s freedom!
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.
If soup isn’t hot enough to make a grown man wince, it’s undrinkable.
Doing cartwheels in the green grass of happiness and skipping high towards the blue heavenly skies of joy!
We’re all kissed by angels but some of us never think to pucker.
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear ? and devils, too.
Dreams digest the meals that are our days.
It’s hard to defeat a woman in love.
Coffee is the best thing to douse the sunrise with.
Hardship is best sailed with a heart ship.
Stress is just an excuse. You control your own reactions to the world. Kick over that excuse and find smiling up at you the choice of joy ? or the joy of choice.
We strive to be God’s worthy audience.
When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.
Gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe.
Under every full moon are lovers in love, and under every bright sun two friends smile as one.
The first sip of tea is always the best… you cringe as it burns the back of your throat, knowing you just had the hottest carpe-diem portion.
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy!
When you’re really happy, the birds chirp and the sun shines even on cold dark winter nights ? and flowers bloom on a barren land.
Passion spins around love and I am dizzy around you always.
Fudge is a noun, a verb, an interjection, and delicious!