Laughter is what spills over the edge of an inspired life.

I recognize the delivery of grace to my day, even if I cannot identify a specific return address.

I will dance a little. I will move with the wind. I will give my body to my love and celebrate that we have substance beyond the idea of ourselves. We can move. We can touch. This is my physical exclamation point. This is how I can awaken my mind to the possibilities in the day.

I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world. Mary

There is no small act of kindness.

Plant the seeds of your dreams and weed all the objections out.

In choosing joy, the finish line dissolves into a different matter altogether.