The need to be a great artist makes it hard to be an artist. The need to produce a great work of art makes it hard to produce any art at all.

Treating myself like a precious object will make me strong.

I bless the wisdom of my loving heart. Love is a form of listening. I listen with a loving heart. I listen to the love within my heart and I hear the love in the hearts of others.

When you are feeling too dull and too domesticated get on a horse, sit tall in the saddle, and for a moment live in a world that feels like risk and adventure.

The growth of one blesses all. I am commited to grow in love. All that I touch, I leave in love. I move through this world consciously and creatively.

Making art has taught me that the tiniest smidgen of progress is something to be cherished.

Survival lies in sanity, and sanity lies in paying attention...the capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.