Love Expands

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition – plowing straight ahead, come what may.

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

It takes just as little time to see the positive side of life as it does the negative side.

It’s those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don’t bend.

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.

I slowly surrender to the child in me who can’t say goodbye.

It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.

I’m growing older, but not up.