Miracles: You do not have to look for them. They are there, 24-7, beaming like radio waves all around you. Put up the antenna, turn up the volume – snap… crackle… this just in, every person you talk to is a chance to change the world.
Personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass that’s somehow connected to birth.
Share your M&Ms. There are bags and bags of them all over the place. If you give them one of yours, even one of the green ones, you will not be lacking. Now apply this to time, concern, touch, interest and being vulnerable.
All people want is someone to listen.
When a miracle happens, even if not to you, its nature is to naturally expand. You can almost feel the warmth on your face.
I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other’s lives.
Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn’t hold much water outside of your universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with it’s touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes it’s noisy way to your seat on the sofa.
I am not dying, not anymore than any of us are at any moment. We run, hopefully as fast as we can, and then everyone must stop. We can only choose how we handle the race.