Now Everybody has some secret goals in life...Sometimes you can get what you want and what you need at the sames time.

Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

The name is not important anymore - it's the tone that counts. I feel like an old dog I know. He will come to any name you call him, just so long as your demeanor carries with it the promise of affection and food

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.

Sometimes history knocks at the most ordinary door to see if anyone is home. Sometimes someone is.

And I’m not confused about the lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. We could do better we must do better. There are far worse things to drop on people than crayolas.

Sometimes during the day, I consciously focus on some ordinary object and allow myself a momentary "paying-attention." This paying-attention gives meaning to my life. I don't know who it was, but someone said that careful attention paid to anything is a window into the universe. Pausing to think this way, even for a brief moment, is very important. It gives quality to my day.