It is not nearly so important how well a message is received as how well it is sent. You cannot take responsibility for how well another accepts your truth; you can only ensure how well it is communicated. And by how well, I don't mean merely how clearly; I mean how lovingly, how compassionately, how sensitively, how courageously, and how completely.

The soul creates, the mind reacts. The soul understands what the mind cannot conceive.

God is everywhere, and exists in us, through us, as us.

There is enough to go around. Lack of the will to share is the problem, not lack of the stuff to share.

Must you know that yours will be the “better” picture before you pick up the brush and paint? Can it not simply be another picture? Another expression of beauty? Must a rose be “better” than an iris in order to justify it’s existence? I tell you this: you are all flowers in the Garden of the Gods.

That's the problem with truth. The truth is relentless. It won't leave you alone. It keeps creeping up on you from every side, showing you what's really so. That can he annoying.

Live authentically. Live your truth. And if you love me for anything, love me because I live mine.