I grew up in Campbell, a thriving part of the San Francisco Bay Area, and we have our own particular “claim to fame” known as The Pruneyard Rule.
It is peaceful here, so peaceful I can hear my own thoughts.
“What are your thoughts on heaven and hell?” I get asked this question a lot.
When did life get so confusing?
All week there are these incredible pyrotechnics displays hosted by towns and casinos all around the lake, and we made it to all of them cheering, “Here’s to our lady.”
I read somewhere, that in your home, you should love everything your eyes land on. Thank god I love dust, clutter, books, and my people.
What illusions are you holding on to?
How will I show my love today?
Meditation is like base camp for the summit, it acclimates your attitude, for the higher realms, or heaven.
Friendship is both cosmic and confounding to me.
I’m beginning to notice a theme woven through the writings on my desk.
It does not take a tidal wave to enact change, just a slow study drip, each and every day.
Evil seeds might germinate our world, but I have to believe they will not overtake the garden because God is with us.
I’m left searching for words of comfort, but as we all know, words are impotent if they don’t reveal truth.
Middle age begs the question, what do I want to do with the time I have left?
Obviously, boot camp is for people who enjoy pain.