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- Even when life isnt good on the
- Guilt is always hungry dont let it
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- When you are unwell must cough sneeze
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Though the circular round-and-round of routine be the bulk of life’s affairs, make an occasional jutting diversion ? of fun, love, or something that will outlast you ? so the shape and motion of your life shall resemble the round lifegiving sun with bright rays shining forth from all directions.
You are as important to your health as it is to you.
Prayer is the coin paid to Gratitude.
Even when life isn’t good on the outside, you have an option to make it good from the inside out.
Guilt is always hungry, don’t let it consume you.
Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.
Candle light, moon light, star light, The brightest glow is from love light.Amen & props to Old Devil Moon
When you are unwell, you must cough, sneeze, and ache prayer.
It’s hard to defeat a woman in love.
For those uneasy with the world, solitude is the only guarantee of confidence.
Souls wouldn’t wear suits and ties, they’d wear blue jeans and sit cross-legged with a glass of red wine.
O’ peppermint tea – two delights per sip as steamy hot as passion cool as a wintry lake dip
When most people see an adult skipping they assume it must be on the way either to or from the asylum.
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.
A man and his art are like a fool and his king.
Does age poison us, or do we poison age?
The green grass and the happy skies court the fluttering butterflies.
God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary.
Don’t forget that your spirit-twinkle makes life’s rainbow shine bright.
Passion spins around love and I am dizzy around you always.
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Some stand on tiptoe trying to reach God to talk to him ? you try too hard, friend ? drop to your knees and listen, he’ll hear you better that way.
Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.
Red is passion-lit, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, pink is lipsensual, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing, gray is cloudrainy.
If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don’t remove it ? I might be writing in my dreams.
Innovative capitalists have tried to rewrite nature, but to no avail.
Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year’s end and day’s beginnings.
In the sky an infinitude of hope, a canvas of glory all possibilities mine.
Destiny = our free will + God’s free will
If you can’t hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.
Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer.
If you plant Twinkies in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health?
Fearing to lose what you have is not the same as appreciation. You have to take a step beyond that.
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.
Walking through puddles is my favorite metaphor for life.
I’m holding a teardrop for a friend Until his heartache and misery end.
I like her because she smiles at me and means it.
Proverbs generalize the verdicts of the world.
I swim across a sea of quotes, splashing in the words and riding the waves of wisdom.
If your body’s not right, the rest of your day will go all wrong. Take care of yourself.
When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings.
Walking is good for solving problems ? it’s like the feet are little psychiatrists.
My inner advisor is dying to heal me.
Been collecting quotes since nineteen eighty-seven Be collecting them ’til the day I go to Heaven. And if by chance it’s to the contrary, Here’s hoping Hell has a great library!
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.
Sometimes we don’t look up unless we have a reason to. And then it all becomes clear.
An idea whose time has come was waiting there all along.
An illness of the mind is an illness of the body, and vice versa.
When a cat speaks, it’s because he has something to say, unlike humans who are the great refuse containers of speech.
Fudge is a noun, a verb, an interjection, and delicious!
When your inner and outer energies radiate in harmony, you are blessed and spiritually magnetic.
There is no success but your own success.
Let the credit card companies market as they will, the only thing that’s priceless is Now.
Sometimes our hearts get tangled And our souls a little off-kilter Friends and family can set us right And help guide us back to the light.
Hear your heart. Heart your health.
When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.
How beautiful and ugly is this world, producer of patchwork hearts ? torn by civilized days, mended in nature and solitude – some weaker at the seams than others.
X-rays surprise God: all the things he can see that a machine can’t.
A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee.
Hardship is best sailed with a heart ship.
A hug is a smile with arms, a laugh with a stronger grip.
It’s only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven.
Jealousy hyphenates love in all the wrong places.
I love the sweet smell of dawn ? our unique daily opportunity to smell time, to smell opportunity each morning being, a new beginning.
Were the passionate visible, all we would go blind.
Sometimes on the lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend.
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.
Vegans plant goodwill.
If soup isn’t hot enough to make a grown man wince, it’s undrinkable.
My joy was skipping Around our love It tripped.
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy!
Wallets are the fabricated items into which we put our fabricated money, which most people believe to be their possession of the realest value.
Men like a woman with a daring tongue. That’s a double-entendre, which reminds me they also like a m?nage ? trois.
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.
The scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal.
When I tear myself away from my computer I find nothing but beauty, love, relaxation. So why do I have so hard a time tearing myself away?
Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur.
Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.
The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question.
My younger passions are still listening, as I age.
If you absolutely can’t stay positive, don’t go negative, just cruise neutral for a while until you can get back to positive.
Everyone has that one thing that’s totally illogical that someone else must accept, if you want to really love them.
It was the tiniest thing I ever decided to put my whole life into. (1987 journal entry, about a sick baby bird I nursed back to health as a young teenager)
Look both ways before entering the insanity.
Angels sail back to God on the sea of joy.
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine ? she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life. Letting oneself get too thick, the other.
As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full.
Adversity enhances this tale we call life.
Courage is tiny pieces of fear all glued together.
The front door to springtime is a photographer’s best friend.
You’ll meet more angels on a winding path than on a straight one.later found this: “Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.” E.B. White
Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
My body is a bulletin board, transmitting my condition.
When it comes to eating right and exercising, there is no “I’ll start tomorrow.” Tomorrow is disease.
Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness.
Spirit can walk, spirit can swim, spirit can climb, spirit can crawl. There is no terrain you cannot overcome.
Skin is a covering for our immortality.
The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers.
I don’t cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day.
…and torture myself with happy thoughts…
Every son quotes his father, in words and in deeds.
Your heart is a sun ? Joy its stars, Faith a moon, shining in your darkness…
The best part of happiness is the pines.
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.
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree.
Follow your passion, and success will follow you.
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.”
All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden.
Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow.
Follow the seasons. Follow your heart. Lead by example. Lead with love, alongside simplicity and courage, embracing duty, shunning fear.
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.
How can something bother you if you won’t let it?
Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do.
When we pray, our hearts glow a glorious joy that lights our souls and all the world around us.
Let your joy scream across the pain.
Coffee is the best thing to douse the sunrise with.
There’s nothing like a mama-hug.
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.
Raindrops resplendent with angels patter my head and drizzle God’s love over me. Wet rejoicing abounds!
Sometimes just looking up and seeing the light is enough.
Try not to worry, as it’s sticky and hard to scrub off.
If you’ve got a poem within you today, I can guarantee you a tomorrow.
Over time, the hurt doesn’t hurt. Only regret does.
Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world!
An angel lost his wing, Crooked he did fly.
Reality is too much to take in heapfuls, but sprinkle it sparingly upon life’s path and most can tread it lightly.
When he walks he casts a shadow of purpose.
She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.
What more pleasant sensation than sunshine on skin, Spirit and flesh drinking in the light Of God and energy itself.
For those wounded by civilization, yoga is the most healing salve.
Dreams digest the meals that are our days.
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.
You are fate’s shadow or fate’s sun, depending on which way you turn.
Verses of veggies poems of fruit dotted with seeds raw green rhymes in melodious bodies
Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves.
Decorate yourself from the inside out.This always reminds me of the line from Veronica Shoffstall’s poem “…so you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I’m really crying. Crying just isn’t crying unless it’s messy.
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.
Hate less, live longer.
Writer’s block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite.
We strive to be God’s worthy audience.
How do I find my tune, my song, my personal harmony that’s healing because it’s me?
I pet her and she pays me back in purrs.
Wash out your ego every once in a while, as cleanliness is next to godliness not just in body but in humility as well.
They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy.
Did you really run into a monster on your path, or just a mirror?
After a girl is grown, her little brothers ? now her protectors ? seem like big brothers.
If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.
Action is taking the first step. Action is climbing the hill. Action combined with desire, harmonious intent, and undoubting yesfulness is invincible. Hallelujah!
Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y!
Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn.
The goal of life: simple, but not empty.
The swing on your porch is a better liver of life than the chair in front of your desk.
Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.
Put on your dream hat and dance all the way to success!
Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.
This weary ol’ workhorse is a unicorn, my friend.
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.
If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.
Art is the struggle to understand.
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead.
Weather is a great metaphor for life ? sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.
I want to giggle myself to sleep each night and jump on the fluffy, comforting pillows of faith.
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we’ve been through.
Grammar stops at love, and at art.