For all my good intentions, there are days when things go wrong or I fall into old habits. When things are not going well, when I'm grumpy or mad, I'll realize that I've not been paying attention to my soul and I've not been following my best routine.

Making a living and having a life are not the same thing. Making a living and making a life that's worthwhile are not the same thing. Living the good life and living a good life are not the same thing. A job title doesn't even come close to answering the question. "What do you do?".

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

Is it always to be a winners-losers world, or can we keep everyone in the game? Do we still have what it takes to find a better way?

Love is the grand prize and the garbage heap. Love is a spiritual root canal and the only thing that makes life worth living. Love is a little taste of always and a big bite of nothing. And love is everything in between these extremes.

If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.

We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I'm not sure why it must be so, but it is.