Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another, yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life's endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates life's beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.

Trayvon Martin, at the most, seems only to have been guilty of being himself.

Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one's being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.