Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare The World as I Knew It Was Gone When my mom died, I was flattened. The rug wasn’t pulled out from under my feet. The rug was pulled out from under...
Works of art are of an infinite solitude and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only Love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. Always trust yourself and your own feeling as opposed to argumentations, discussions or introductions of that...
Shortly after my mom died, I drove to see a friend who was in town visiting from New York City. We met for lunch at a restaurant, and on the way home I unconsciously drove through a red light. Thankfully, no other cars were around. A few weeks later, I went through a...
Taking breaks and time-outs from your work is essential to your health, essential to your feeling good, and relaxed and successful as you move through your days. Instead of the daily grind and rat race many people find themselves in, how do you stop and rest in the...
