Experience each day with wonder and awe. Let your travels light you up. Capture the experiences and seal them in your heart, like little fireflies flickering in an antique mason jar.
Carry that light with you and shine it out into the world.

Whatever you do today, leave room for butterflies and laughter.
Emotions last 90 seconds. They roll in one after the other like waves breaking along the shore.
The skilled surfer watches the waves as they roll in. He decides which waves to ride. He makes that difficult decision to either bail, abandoning his surfboard and saving himself, or stay with the wave and ride it to the end. His decision is based on an honest assessment of his skills, without judgment or self-criticism, and without investment in perceived outcomes.
Choose which waves you will ride today.
Worrying is about putting your thoughts, feelings, and planning into something you don’t want. Why waste that energy? Can you just focus on what you do want instead?
Close your eyes…take a deep breath in and out…envision your heart’s deepest desire. Now, frame that desire in a positive statement, like it’s already happening. Repeat that positive statement three times…and let it fill you.
Carry that statement with you and when your mind starts to wander down that path of worry, just bring it back here. Let your thoughts, feelings, and planning go into whatever brings you joy, peace, love.
Inspired by Yogi Baghan
Choose wisely when you give your time as that is where you put your love.
When you give your time, be fully present. Give of it unconditionally.
It may serve to determine a shift in how you spend your time in the future. But for now you have chosen, directly or indirectly, to give that time.
You have invested yourself, you have brought your love, so give it fully to this experience, to this moment, and it cannot help but make the experience richer, the time more valuable, and the next investment clearer.
Time is love.
There once was a girl who carried a bag of doubt and shame.
And, she wore a coat of her ancestors’ woes.
One day, as she walked her path, her bag fell to the ground.
The contents of the bag rolled into a patch of wild flowers, glistening with peace and love.
As she gathered the contents of her bag, a few wild flowers mixed in.
She noticed how the flowers lightened her load and at the next patch added a few more.
At the next field, she filled her coat pockets with the flowers.
…and she floated along on her merry way.