The Only Thing Evil Can’t Stand Is

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor. Would You Be Mine; Could You Be Mine?

There's No "should" Or "should Not" When It Comes To Having Feelings. They're Part Of Who We Are And Their Origins Are Beyond Our Control. When We Can Believe That, We May Find It Easier To Make Constructive Choices About What To Do With Those Feelings.

Love And Trust, In The Space Between What’s Said And What’s Heard In Our Life, Can Make All The Difference In The World.

It's Not The Honors And The Prizes And The Fancy Outsides Of Life Which Ultimately Nourish Our Souls. It's The Knowing That We Can Be Trusted, That We Never Have To Fear The Truth, That The Bedrock Of Our Very Being Is Good Stuff.