A few things ...

I have come to learn a few things
in the seeming zillion years I've been here.

1. We are each gifted with certain things. We should absolutely share them.

There is a message in our talents.

2. This isn't a race. No one's getting out alive.

3. We are all - each one of us - connected to the other.

4. We rise not by climbing on the backs of those before us,

but by lifting those around us.

5. There are Ch-Angels all around us ~ those folks who are

selfless, kind, and generous creatures.

Find them. Keep them.

6. Stay tethered to the folks that matter. A call, a card, a text, a visit.

7. Be kind. It costs nothing but a moment and could literally last a lifetime.

8. Breathe in the joy of a new day and exhale the light of a friendly path.

Have a lovely weekend, friends.

F Words

Do I have your attention?
:-)

Both faith and fear

demand you believe

in something

you cannot see.

You choose ...

And as I have said to my children

for a bazillion years ...

Make good choices!

Color

There are enough critics.
The world needs more artists ...

Every day

you get the chance

to paint your life

with

a little more color.

Grab your palette, people!

Love!

Love!
The answer is almost always ... love!

(And when it's not ... it's faith!)

There will be people in this life

who will cut you open

just to see what you are made of.

Show them ... it is love.

This just seemed very powerful to me.

How 'bout you?

Attitude

Learned this nugget
very early on.

A mantra for certain ...

Attitude

is the difference

between an ordeal

and an adventure.

Alter your attitude

and all kinds of things change.

Monday Mantra

Short and sweet
to get your week started properly ...

The life we lead

is the lesson we teach.

Take a moment ...

what are you teaching???

Saturday Sermon ...

I pulled a few excerpts from a beautiful post
by a beautiful friend.

I hope they find their mark ...

The engine bay was a maze of plastic shields and sensors.

Modern cars are built like modern egos ~

impressive to look at, but fragile when things get real.

I realized then that I had spent years

worrying I was becoming a relic,

waiting for a seat at a table that didn't have room for my soul.

You spend the first half of your life

trying to fit into other people's houses,

and the second half realizing that you are the house.

The road is open, the sky is deep,

and the best view in the world

is wherever you decide to stop.