Every Moment That I Am Centered In

Love Itself Is Not An Act Of Will, But Sometimes I Need The Force Of My Volition To Break With My Habitual Responses And Pass Along The Love Already Here.

There Were Seventy-five People In The Lobby And Only A Seven-year-old Girl Was Finding Out What It Felt Like To Sit On The Marble Floor

By Approaching My Problems With "what Might Make Things A Little Better?" Rather Than "what Is The Solution?" I Avoid Setting Myself Up For Certain Frustration. My Experience Has Shown Me That I Am Not Going To Solve Anything In One Stroke; At Best I Am Only Going To Chip Away At It.

I'd Rather Be Happy Than Right.

We Feel Understood By People Who Like Us; Misunderstood By People Who Don't -- And Those Feelings Are Probably Realistic.