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As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful heart dawning upon a blessed world.


The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.


Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world!


Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night.


How can something bother you if you won't let it?


The smell of ink is intoxicating to me — others may have wine, but I have poetry.


The past can't see you, but the future is listening.


If we dance amongst the rooftops, is it not that much further to jig into the starshine?


Follow the seasons. Follow your heart. Lead by example. Lead with love, alongside simplicity and courage, embracing duty, shunning fear.


Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.


Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow.


Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.


All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden.


Never stop pedaling to power your dreams.


Renew your passions daily.


Coffee makes me invincible. But when the cup is empty, I return to mere mortal.


...and leave wishes to those foolish enough to make them.


When you dance to your own rhythm,
Life taps its toes to your beat.


Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter.


Live for the roots
Love the green
Dance with the blossoms


Follow your passion, and success will follow you.


Don't let the past steal your present.


Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do.


Life is one big judgment call.


When we pray, our hearts glow a glorious joy that lights our souls and all the world around us.


Hope is much like a cat in the Dark — you only know it's there by the reflection of its eyes — which means there is Light nearby.


Let your joy scream across the pain.


There are spunky little angels in the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom.


Over time, the hurt doesn't hurt. Only regret does.


My life's entwined by curly quote marks
Clever phrases and profound remarks....


If you've got a poem within you today, I can guarantee you a tomorrow.


If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.


Your body is a temple, but only if you treat it as one.


Give your stress wings and let it fly away.


Try not to worry, as it's sticky and hard to scrub off.


Life is amazingly good when it's simple and amazingly simple when it's good.


Sometimes just looking up and seeing the light is enough.


The birds of hope are everywhere, listen to them sing.


Raindrops resplendent with angels patter my head and drizzle God's love over me. Wet rejoicing abounds!


If your teeth are clenched and your fists are clenched, your lifespan is probably clenched.


My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.


Stifling an urge to dance is bad for your health — it rusts your spirit and your hips.


There's nothing like a mama-hug.


My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.


Coffee is the best thing to douse the sunrise with.


Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.


Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree.


Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out, my friend.


We're all kissed by angels but some of us never think to pucker.


Always jump in the puddles! Always skip alongside the flowers. The only fights worth fighting are the pillow and food varieties.


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.


Aside from new babies, new mothers must be the most beautiful creatures on earth.


Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.


Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.


You'll meet more angels on a winding path than on a straight one.


Sunbeams out of the clouds
Faith out of all my doubt.


The front door to springtime is a photographer's best friend.


...like stealing the juice out of tomorrow's fruit.


Courage is tiny pieces of fear all glued together.


Plants cry their gratitude for the sun in green joy.


Adversity enhances this tale we call life.


Any proverbs about weather are doubly true during a storm.


As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full.


A sold poem loses half its meaning.


It is of course possible to dance a prayer.


Hate cages all the good things about you.


Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life. Letting oneself get too thick, the other.


I love my father as the stars — he's a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart.


I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine — she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.


Love is when you can be your true self with someone, and you only want to be your true self because of them.


My body is a bulletin board, transmitting my condition.


Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.


When it comes to eating right and exercising, there is no "I'll start tomorrow." Tomorrow is disease.


You can never worry your way to enlightenment.


Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness.


When the soil disappears, the soul disappears.


The best part of happiness is the pines.


A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself.


Your heart is a sun —
Joy its stars,
Faith a moon, shining in your darkness...


Life is beautiful if you flow with its natural beauty. Resistance makes it ugly.


Hard work is rewarding beyond gold. Sweating is living.


Flowers don't open to the clock
but to the sunshine spontaneous;
for modern humans that manner
of instinct is now extraneous.


Every son quotes his father, in words and in deeds.


I love the body. Flesh is so honest, and organs do not lie.


...and torture myself with happy thoughts...


I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love.


I don't cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day.


Grow flowers of gratitude in the soil of prayer.


The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers.


The stars swirl downward from the blissful heavens, energy of the universe heals around me, exploding into life, drifting into calmness, and nothing else matters.


Skin is a covering for our immortality.


Health is a relationship between you and your body.


Spirit can walk, spirit can swim, spirit can climb, spirit can crawl. There is no terrain you cannot overcome.


Angels have no philosophy but love.


Angels sail back to God on the sea of joy.


To me, novels are just quotations with a bunch of filler.


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.


If junk food is the devil, then a sweet orange is as scripture.


An angel lost his wing,
Crooked he did fly.


The world is a sunny success.


Grammar stops at love, and at art.


Can anger survive without his hypocrisy?


Put on your dream hat and dance all the way to success!


Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.


Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.


Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.


The swing on your porch is a better liver of life than the chair in front of your desk.


Don't let it be all in your head, nor all in your body.


The goal of life: simple, but not empty.


I try to avoid stress — it makes me feel like I'm rubber-stamping all my organs "Urgent!"


Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn.


Next time you're mad, try dancing out your anger.


I hated him with a passion so deep, sometimes it felt like love.


For some, pleasure is a fever they can't shake. For others, it's a disease they cannot seem to catch.


Hey! It's summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y!


Exercise, play, move. Stretch, feel, reach, sweat. Skip, dance, hug! Use the body God gave you, don't let it rot.


Action is taking the first step. Action is climbing the hill. Action combined with desire, harmonious intent, and undoubting yesfulness is invincible. Hallelujah!


The time just before dawn contains the most energy of all hours of the day. This has helped me become an early riser and an early doer.... When I wake to see that it's light out already, I feel the world has started without me.


If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.


Sometimes I feel like I'm going nowhere, in opposite directions.


Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.


You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well.


This weary ol' workhorse is a unicorn, my friend.


Remedy it, or welcome it: a wise man's only two choices.


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.


Don't chain your worries to your body. The burden soon becomes heavy and your health will give too much of itself to pick up the extra load.


Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we've been through.


If trouble hearing angels' song with thine ears, try listening with thy heart.


Underneath courage shouts fear but of a hoarse voice.


If God asks that you bend, bend and do not complain. He is making you more flexible, and for this be thankful.


Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.


The time you think you're missing, misses you too.


I want to giggle myself to sleep each night and jump on the fluffy, comforting pillows of faith.


A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden.


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.


The past is behind us, love is in front and all around us.


Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead.


There comes a time when a woman needs to stop thinking about her looks and focus her energies on raising her children. This time comes at the moment of conception. A child needs a role model, not a supermodel.  (2005, on the "hot mom" trend)


Art is the struggle to understand.


In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.


And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.


Under the... snow blossoms a daring spring.


If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?


We can never escape God's lovely essence.


Dreams are free, so free your dreams.


Even when the future's not certain, our hearts can still be certain — of love and happiness and all that's good.


After a girl is grown, her little brothers — now her protectors — seem like big brothers.


Listen to the little voice of doubt only if it has something insightful or smart to say, not if it's just spouting fear.


Did you really run into a monster on your path, or just a mirror?


How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?


Verses of veggies
poems of fruit
dotted with seeds
raw green rhymes
in melodious bodies


Our bodies run on the fresh green fuel of the land.


You are fate's shadow or fate's sun, depending on which way you turn.


Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring.


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.


Most collectors collect tangibles. As a quotation collector, I collect wisdom, life, invisible beauty, souls alive in ink.


Dreams digest the meals that are our days.


A photographer gets people to pose for him. A yoga instructor gets people to pose for themselves.


For those wounded by civilization, yoga is the most healing salve.


If I'm losing balance in a pose, I stretch higher and God reaches down to steady me. It works every time, and not just in yoga.


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.


If organic farming is the natural way, shouldn't organic produce just be called "produce" and make the pesticide-laden stuff take the burden of an adjective?


What more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin,
Spirit and flesh drinking in the light
Of God and energy itself.


Sometimes what we believe as coincidence is really just getting ourselves caught in an angel booby trap.


She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.


You must weed your mind as you would weed your garden.


When he walks he casts a shadow of purpose.


The power of the mind is your power. Use it. Don't let it use you.


Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves.


Don't let the city steal your soul.


Decorate yourself from the inside out.


I heard the teardrop hit my pillow before I even knew I was crying.


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.


Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies.


They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy.


Life can be hard but if you've got somebody to love — yeah!


Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence.


A proper collection of quotations is the whole world digested.


Wash out your ego every once in a while, as cleanliness is next to godliness not just in body but in humility as well.


Clouds are the sky's imagination.


I pet her and she pays me back in purrs.


Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress.


How do I find my tune, my song, my personal harmony that's healing because it's me?


Jealousy injures us with the dagger of self-doubt.


We strive to be God's worthy audience.


Happiness pulses with every beat of my heart.


Writer's block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite.


Cell phones are the latest invention in rudeness.


Hate less, live longer.


Worry bankrupts the spirit.


Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy.


The night sky is a miracle of infinitude.


Doing cartwheels in the green grass of happiness and skipping high towards the blue heavenly skies of joy!


A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.


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.


If you can't get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud.


Reality is too much to take in heapfuls, but sprinkle it sparingly upon life's path and most can tread it lightly.


Sometimes I get the feeling the aspirin companies are sponsoring my headaches.


Walking is good for solving problems — it's like the feet are little psychiatrists.


The only cure for writer's block is insomnia.


Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer.


Don't shade your eyes from the bright joy of the world.


If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.


Why do I love clouds? Because you can't save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock... clouds are now.


Destiny = our free will + God's free will


Please don't pee in the pool of harmony.


A notepad by the bedside accounts for half the earnings of my livelihood. If it weren't for bedtime, half my novels would still be stuck at dock.


Life is great. Don't let circumstances and society fool you into believing it's not.


You're not quite sure what it means but the words are so beautiful you know it must be profound.


Poetry is not always words.


In the sky
an infinitude of hope,
a canvas of glory
all possibilities mine.


Did you ever stop to taste a carrot? Not just eat it, but taste it? You can't taste the beauty and energy of the earth in a Twinkie.


Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year's end and day's beginnings.


There ought to be a way to combine "autumn" and "morning" into one word, the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity.


Innovative capitalists have tried to rewrite nature, but to no avail.


Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.


If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams.


when it's a glorious day
I pray
and
it's a glorious day
when I pray


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 you are happy, go skipping. If you are sad, go skipping!


If you plant Twinkies in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health?


Reach up (to accept blessings). Bend down (to respect humbly). Reach out (to give freely).


My mission is to remind people that they're happy.


With arms outstretched I thank. With heart beating gratefully I love. With body in health I jump for joy. With spirit full I live.


When painting, an artist must take care not to trap his soul in the canvas.


An artist must be careful not to throw his ideas out with the trash.


Fearing to lose what you have is not the same as appreciation. You have to take a step beyond that.


We write to remember our nows later.


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.


When will pleasure crash with regret?


I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings.


Give goodness to the day and before you know it, the day will be giving goodness to you.


When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.


The secret to living contently and sanely in this modern world is to... find the beautiful in the ugly — but don't get confused which is which.


If your body's not right, the rest of your day will go all wrong. Take care of yourself.


I like my coffee black and my mornings bright.


I swim across a sea of quotes, splashing in the words and riding the waves of wisdom.


Stress is the trash of modern life — we all generate it but if you don't dispose of it properly, it will pile up and overtake your life.


When an illness knocks you on your ass, you should stay and relax for a while before trying to get back up.


Ah well, a morning with weak coffee is still beaucoup better than a morning with no coffee.


The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.


I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.


Proverbs generalize the verdicts of the world.


Shall we compare our hearts to a garden —
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain —
and most importantly, seeds.


I like her because she smiles at me and means it.


Every morning is a beautiful morning.


I'm holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.


Life is one long experiment in learning. Who can be perfect all the time? Sometimes I feel half-wise, sometimes half-stupid.


Walking through puddles is my favorite metaphor for life.


Are we really sure the purring is coming from the kitty and not from our very own hearts?


Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.


Life is life, and death is life, and everything in between.


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.


Prayer is a triumph, in whatever form.


I'm not a doctor and I don't know the technical terminology, but I do know that sunshine activates our happiness glands.


Don't be mean when you've had a bad day. Be nice, and your day will get better.


Sunshine surrounds the earth as love surrounds our souls.


Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.


It's hard to defeat a woman in love.


Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.


When you are unwell, you must cough, sneeze, and ache prayer.


Happiness is the soundtrack of my life.


Candle light, moon light, star light,
The brightest glow is from love light.


Good fortune shies away from gloom. Keep your spirits up. Good things will come to you and you will come to good things.


Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.


Angels, pixies, faerie dust
Treading love and living lust.


Guilt is always hungry, don't let it consume you.


Sometimes a headache is all in your head. Relax.


Even when life isn't good on the outside, you have an option to make it good from the inside out.


Age swallows our childhood.


Time is the only thief we can't get justice against.


Is everything as urgent as your stress would imply?


Sunshine has no budget, the sea no red tape.


The perfect temperature for tea is two degrees hotter than just right.


Prayer is the coin paid to Gratitude.


I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee.


You are as important to your health as it is to you.


Soul shadows you everywhere.


For those uneasy with the world, solitude is the only guarantee of confidence.


Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.


Souls wouldn't wear suits and ties, they'd wear blue jeans and sit cross-legged with a glass of red wine.


I've had secrets come out of my typewriter in invisible ink.


O' peppermint tea -
two delights per sip
as steamy hot as passion
cool as a wintry lake dip


The best kind of alarm clock is the purring kind.


Passion spins around love and I am dizzy around you always.


If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art.


Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze — ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether. Wind is an emotional rush because emotions are rushing by.


Sometimes we must unfocus our way to clarity.


Green leafy happiness and cherry-red life, bursting with seeds.


Let the rays of your heart shine on all who pass by.


Don't forget that your spirit-twinkle makes life's rainbow shine bright.


Yiipppeeee! It's a new day! A special day. It's today!


God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary.


The air of reality is too thick for me
I choke on it
I must live on shadows
Even my poetry is vicarious.


The green grass and the happy skies
court the fluttering butterflies.


We're all on different paths, but action is hard work and you must drive your own soul.


Does age poison us, or do we poison age?


Oh, God. Heaven wasn't supposed to come this early. I was still among the living, and now more alive than ever.


A man and his art are like a fool and his king.


These lands are too parched, rain-bless our hearts!


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.


Between the figure and the shadow is where all the secret energy lies.


Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear — and devils, too.


What do I want to be when I grow up? Happy. I want to be happy. And useful, loved, loving, healthy, wise, free, strong.


To some, the cigarette is a portable therapist.


There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother.


When most people see an adult skipping they assume it must be on the way either to or from the asylum.


Like fruit, children are sweetest just before they turn bad.


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.


And I'll skip to Heaven on my own two feet.


My inner advisor is dying to heal me.


Ink surrounds me all the time
On my bed sheets, recorded in rhyme
Quills 'ever scribbling in my head
Sometimes damnit I forget what they said.
Ink has settled into my fingerprints
But to keep the words I fear to rinse...


Look both ways before entering the insanity.


The world is changing so fast I've got societal vertigo.


Wallets are the fabricated items into which we put our fabricated money, which most people believe to be their possession of the realest value.


If you hide things in your soul, don't forget about them. Okay?


O' pumpkin pie, your time has come 'round again and I am autumnrifically happy!


Courage crawls atop fear and screams loud its mighty victory!


If I'm trying to sleep, the ideas won't stop. If I'm trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness.


The first waft and the landscape ahead flashes before me.
The first sip and I stumble gently over the threshold.
Each sip, one more step into another world.
Tentative steps, then bold, then giddy skipping along the path.
One more sip.


There is no need to reach high for the stars. They are already within you — just reach deep into yourself!


Be careful not to drown in a mirage.


My joy was skipping
Around our love
It tripped.


Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls.


If soup isn't hot enough to make a grown man wince, it's undrinkable.


An artist's instinct is more refined than the typical mortal's.


Vegans plant goodwill.


Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.


Under every full moon are lovers in love, and under every bright sun two friends smile as one.


The sun shines different ways in winter and summer. We shine different ways in the seaons of our lives.


Gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe.


One man's quiet is another man's din.


Sometimes on the lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend.


I quote my soul
I quote my heart
But sometimes I just quote the wine.


The devil needs no convincing of the poison in your elixir. But did you really think you had medicine?


Angels will not disintegrate with logic, but they are more likely to fly for those who believe.


My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.


Cockroaches really put my "all creatures great and small" creed to the test.


Men like a woman with a daring tongue. That's a double-entendre, which reminds me they also like a mιnage ΰ trois.


Let your working ideas go for a picnic — sometimes the fresh air and ant bites are just what they need. Many great ideas were bitten a little at first.


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.


Without a pen I feel naked, but it's writing that is my exhibitionism.


The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.


The moon quotes the sun, the rivers quote the trees, and trees quote the breeze.


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)


Writers are just people who have a whole lot on the inside that they need to get to the outside, with pen and paper as their preferred method of transport. Same with dancers, artists, and singers — all the same urges with differing transportation.


Everyone has that one thing that's totally illogical that someone else must accept, if you want to really love them.


My heart beat so hard when I was near him, I feared he could hear my secret longing for him.


If you absolutely can't stay positive, don't go negative, just cruise neutral for a while until you can get back to positive.


I hate being happy. It pisses me off. Because I know if I try to grab it, it will slip away, like one of those goddamn water snakes. And I hate just looking. I always try to grab.


We're all accidental soldiers in the army of life.


I skip to the heartbeat of my angel.


It's just life. Just live it.


Money is a headache, and money is the cure.


My younger passions are still listening, as I age.


Outside of a teapot life is but thousands of dusty affairs.


The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question.


Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life.


Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.


Ink on paper is nearly as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we?


Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur.


Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves
dancing to the music of God's sweet breeze.


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?


Don't cast a shadow on anyone unless you're providing shade.


Were the passionate visible, all we would go blind.


Forecast for spring: giddy and warm. Forecast for summer: happy and hot. Forecast for autumn: serene and chilly. Forecast for winter: blessed and freezing.


Poured a cup of hot sepia coffee in a wisteria flowered mug, dandelion sunshine spilling through the periwinkle sky.  (from "Colorful Morning")


Beautiful rainbows and life water
come from a dark rain cloud —
What gifts can you bring the world
even in your time of darkness?


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.


That which distinguishes us from the other animals is our ability to quote.  {a little fun based on the Pierre Beaumarchais quotation "Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at any time, madam, is all that distinguishes us from the other animals."}


I love the sweet smell of dawn —
our unique daily opportunity to smell time,
to smell opportunity
each morning being, a new beginning.


There's nothing more freeing than the shackles of love.


There is no success but your own success.


The sun is the epitome of benevolence — it is lifegiving and warmthgiving and happinessgiving, and to it we owe our thanksgiving.


When your inner and outer energies radiate in harmony, you are blessed and spiritually magnetic.


People are like holidays. Do others see you as Christmas, or more like Tax Day?


Fudge is a noun, a verb, an interjection, and delicious!


Jealousy is a crutch.


When a cat speaks, it's because he has something to say, unlike humans who are the great refuse containers of speech.


One can only see clearly
If one is going slowly
Quick motion creates a life-blur.


An illness of the mind is an illness of the body, and vice versa.


Love burns across the infinitude.


Loving is never a waste of time.


The dawn is a gentle lover,
Noontide more as rape.


Cherry summer cloud happy heart blossoms overflowing my sunlit soul bursting into nature's freedom!


Pleasure and discipline need to stay close friends.


An idea whose time has come was waiting there all along.


The wisest one-word sentence in all the world? Breathe.


Sometimes we don't look up unless we have a reason to. And then it all becomes clear.


Spring is being blessed and happy,
with blooming flowers.
Summer is being blessed and hot,
with abundant sunshine.
Autumn is being blessed and reflective,
with colored leaves.
Winter is being blessed and chilly
with sparkling snow.


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.


When we can't piece together the puzzle of our own lives, remember the best view of a puzzle is from above. Let Him help put you together.


Let the credit card companies market as they will, the only thing that's priceless is Now.


The really nice breezes blow through my body and into my soul.


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.


I was so in the present moment the past was no longer part of me.


Hear your heart. Heart your health.


Ideas that escape are fast and slippery and not likely to be hunted down.


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.


I want to live happy. And when the time comes, I want to die happy.


When the cherry blossoms fall onto you, don't wipe them away — close your eyes and have cherry blossom dreams!


Joy-edged clouds raining on the live-green earth refreshing its nature glory.


Jealousy hyphenates love in all the wrong places.


Open your presents at Christmastime but be thankful year round for the gifts you receive.


It's only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven.


Jogging is for those who don't have the guts to skip.


A hug is a smile with arms, a laugh with a stronger grip.


Be a love pharmacist: dispense hugs like medicine — they are!


Hardship is best sailed with a heart ship.


We can learn a lot from trees: they're always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.


A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee.


Walking gets the feet moving, the blood moving, the mind moving. And movement is life.


X-rays surprise God: all the things he can see that a machine can't.


Age attacks when we least expect it.


Stop waiting. Twenty years is the first bomb of the future.


Our behavior is human with a sliver of animal, our souls animal with a sliver of human.


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.


In Phoenix summer is
the title, the refrain,
And every other verse.


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.


If I had time for only two exercises, I would choose yoga and skipping.


When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.


Pharmaceutical companies will soon rule the world if we keep letting them believe we are a happy, functional society so long as all the women are on Prozac, all children on Ritalin, and all men on Viagra.


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.


Why do we alienate ourselves so much from our bodies? It's that big piece of machinery attached to your head.


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!


Please don't pee in the pool of harmony.


The last time I opened my chakra so I could feel my peace, I got thrown right out of the pub.

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