A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight. This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions. These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive.

Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.

For as long as there's anyone to ask 'Why?' the answer will always be, 'Why not?

Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

Our world is so bursting-full of natural wonder that we are all experiencing a sensory overload. We are no longer perceiving all of Ú the details, just the ones that immediately interest us.

If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.