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The tides in my back yard are around nine feet. They go in and out in such a predictable fashion that tide charts can be printed years in advance.
I wonder if human beings are in fact as orderly as everything else and it is simply us who cannot see it?
On days when I experience the power of loving-kindness, the world seems beautiful, magical and complete.
I wonder why, when there are days that are full of strife and anguish, I forget that my job is to remember that brilliance and power?
I told Diane that I would “create some new moments for the stockpile” this afternoon. In the writing of those words, I realized two things. The “moments” are already created in front of us in every second.
I wonder some days whether I will be awake enough to see them?