Go ahead. Weep for the rare, the never seen this way again, the excruciating, ineffable, unmitigated beauty of love.

Begin as if you will finish. Let the story be told that you had the courage to begin.

What are the proper grounds for joy? Is it circumstance which will determine the stature of my spirit? Ah, no. It is choice. It is always a choice - in the face of any event - for joy.

Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.

I hear many people talk about their longing for a balanced life. What I think they are really expressing is a desire for a life with less pressure.

See beauty in those unexpected places. (she asked herself how people could let Bach be background noise.) See the opportunity in what looks like inconvenience. (she steered clear of the traffic jam and went to the bakery she's been meaning to stop at.) She embraces the undeclared possibility in what seems like just another ordinary day. (her friend is scheduled for cancer surgery and suddenly everything around her seems so very precious.)

Choose in ways that support your dreams.