I think most of us look at personal delights as somewhere between minimally important and borderline immoral. We like them, but we're not sure we ought to. We seldom give them a high priority when other demands are competing for our attention. Nevertheless, the soul feeds on simple joys and withers without them.

Gandhi was a David with no material weapon.. not even a slingshot.

Just remember that those things that get attention flourish.

I have to strive to go two steps forward and realize that, sometimes, there will be one step back.

My calling, as one imperfect human, is to celebrate and uphold life every time I get the chance.

Because love encompasses everything, nothing is unimportant, including tonight's dinner menu. Think about it for a minute. If you were pure love, the loving parent of all life, how would you want people to eat?

I need a spiritual connection - I can make changes, but I can't make miracles - and I need people around me who'll support me and believe in me and tell me the truth and not let me deceive myself into avoiding the what's scary and hard and necessary.