If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.

It is your right to be happy. This is what you were made for. And if you will not resist, happiness will find a way to pour from your heart and fill your days.

I can't be found in myself; I discover myself in others. That much is clear. And I suspect that I also love and care for myself in others.

I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.

The ego, as a collection of our past experiences, is continually offering miserable lines of thought. It's as if there were a stream with little fish swimming by, and when we hook one of them there is a judgment. The ego is constantly judging everybody and everything. It has its constant little chit chat about things that can happen in the future, things about the past, too, and these are the little fish that swim by. And what we learn to do-this is why it takes work-is to not reach out and grab a fish.

A messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.

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.