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.
Art is born in attention.
Nothing dies harder than a bad idea.
Judging your early artistic efforts is artist abuse.
All of us are far richer than we imagine. None of us possesses a life devoid of magic.
And why are we supposed to be serious about God? Did God show up and crack the whip? “You there, Annie in Ohio, I see you laughing a lot and frankly it really pisses Me off . . . “ (50)