There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

In the end . . . . . . . Stand where we feel led. Stand straight, stand tall, and try to remember that other folks might be led to stand elsewhere.

When love takes you by the hand and leaves you better, that is home. That's the place to stake your claim and build your life.

There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

When we are honest, we admit how agreeable it can feel to be singled out for favored treatment. The biggest barrier to equality for all is that inequality for some feels good.

I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we've attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can't be happy now, we'll likely not be happy when.

Love, even that love which is imagined, is sometimes all we have to get us through.