Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
There is no happiness but that which I create for myself. There is no happiness that some one can bring to me that will last. I must lay happiness down at my own feet. I must embed it in my own heart. I must build that foundation for myself. If it is not built with my own toil and blood and beautiful thoughts, it is merely a foundation of shifting sand, sure to turn quick or blow grit in my eyes. Happiness is the work and the making and the choice of my own.
Having forgotten this wisdom, I find myself in an empty field, late winter snowflakes showering down. It is not where I thought I would be. It is not what I thought I asked for, wished for, or visualized. But here I am. Less than warm, empty hands, blue mist shrouding my brain.
And so, I have a choice. Remain suspended and cold, or look closely at the beauty of the field I stand in. Stop looking beyond or behind this field and see where my feet are standing now. Lay happiness down in the snow-covered grass. Take my empty hands and press them together over my heart. Embed love and prayers. For me. I have the choice to stand in my field, dissolving blue mist and snow with beautiful thoughts, with happy thoughts, knowing spring will come.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
This picture and this note appeared in my email today. Sent by my dear friend, Mr. E. Such sage advise from the woodpecker family must be passed on. If her message resonates, I invite you to join me in doing what makes you most happy.
"I was awakened today by an odd sound I haven't heard in a very very long time. It took me 3 tries to get it right. At first I thought of a tree frog singing its nightly song, but then I remembered that we don't have Arctic frogs here. I soon realized that it was Your Friend outside my window. I actually see her nearly every day. She is very friendly and doesn't mind me coming closer to watch, or all the birds fluttering around her. She is in her own little world, going about her business oblivious to the rest of the world.
For whatever reason, she wanted me to tell you that you should do the same.
Do what makes you happy and don't be distracted by those around you. "
Sunday, March 02, 2008
All little things. All sent with love. All potent. There is an energy of love that permeates this planet. It is available to all at all times. The quickest way to access this energy, to feel it and to pass it on is through little gestures. Little impulses and little offerings to others that originate in the human heart. It will be the little things, given in love, that will save us all. No matter how little we may have at any given moment, there is still a little thing we can offer. A hug, a compliment, a note, a phone call, a slice of warm bread. Little things add up. Little things count. Little things can make the difference between hope and despair. Between a quality life and a life all but lost. Let's keep love flowing. Let's give and receive little kindnesses. Often. Daily. Willingly.