Choice by choice, moment by moment, I build the necklace of my day, stringing together the choices that form artful living.

Nothing dies harder than a bad idea.

Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try again.

Love is the greatest medicine. I ask to be healing medicine for others. I ask my heart to expand its boundaries and to love others as they wish to be loved. I ask my heart to expand its boundaries and open to my being loved as I wish to be loved.

No matter how sophisticated our lives may be we need to think of ourselves as creative children.

And [now] I think I’ll probably write a lot about birds. My new house has a deck that wraps around my writing room; my writing room has many windows, and outside the windows I’ve hung bird feeders … for enticing different species. So I imagine I will be writing about that.

We must attend to what our inner guidance is nudging us toward.