
- Happiness blooms
Why pursue happiness when you can just have it?

Why pursue happiness when you can just have it?
Right outside the door of my heart
Sit two comfy chairs,
Where we once laughed and loved together.
Sometimes those chairs seem empty.
Then I remind myself…
They are abundantly full,
Full of the memories I have of you, of us, of our laughter and our love,
And then, I smile because that I know will last forever.

Do your best.
Feel your strength.
Live your passion.
Know your greatness.

Doing my best to blend in, but realizing I am just destined to stand out.

Scattered thoughts or free thinking?
Procrastination or cultivation?
Anxiety or excitement?
It all depends on the filter you apply.
Whether perceived as negative or positive, when aligned with intention, all things meet in the middle, the filter dissolves, and in the valley of the heart, where labels and values are neutralized by the Self, the real work of joyfully being can begin.

Dance like sunlight on the grass…paint an ever-changing pattern that stirs delight and marvel…and cast your shadow without bending a single blade of grass.
In the stillness of my breath, the pain goes away, life’s challenges lie outside of me, and I know true peace. In every breath, I am me, the me that exists beyond time and space, the infinite, radiant me, the me that I sometimes forget until I rest in the cradle of my breath.
Re-think…Re-see…Re-feel…the world around you.
Nothing is locked into its purpose, function, or place in your life.

Contrast arises in our experiences as a guide. Like bread crumbs scattered on the path, contrast draws attention, redirecting us back to the path, pointing out the direction in which we should head so that we can find our way back to what nurtures and restores us.

When I am truly present, I feel each experience within my body. I receive it with my breath. I prod it with my thoughts and explore it with my feelings. Then, as I peel away these aspects of experience, these many layers of me, my inner wisdom welcomes that experience, absorbing it like a sponge, until that experience becomes me.
When the layers dissolve, all that I experience is me.