'Why is it,' he said, one time, at the subway entrance, ‘I feel I’ve known you so many years?’ ‘Because I like you,’ she said, ‘and I don’t want anything from you.’
(Ray Bradbury)

You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.

No matter what your day, you must take the time to enjoy all that is simple.


The sea is our guide. Let us meet at it’s edge, and it will lead us, mind body, but most of all soul. And we will know together - in siloquial sync - exactly which of our sails to set. (SB)

Don’t trust the beginnings, truth is told in the last moments.
(Ahlam Mosteghanemi)

You didn’t come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here.
(Alan Watts)

If today were the last day of my life would I want to do what I’m about to do? Whenever the answer is ‘no’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
(David Foster Wallace)

Every light, every hope, every story. All already within you and within me and within us because we are one, we are the same.

If only people 
were more like
 their souls, 
we would never
 need mirrors to 
see ourselves.

Don’t clutch your wants as if they can’t happen. Shout them out loud. Sing them across the seas. Give them away & let the water wash what it may back up to shore. (SB)

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
(Carl R. Rogers)

If you stay with me in bed all day. I won’t complain. I won’t judge or ask questions. I won’t tell you ways in which you can improve or bring up shortcomings from your past. If you stay with me in bed all day I will love you because you alone are enough.

It is your job - when you’re stuck on an on ramp in a sea of red break lights & have no guarantee of ever making your way home - to see beauty.
To see a light, a spark, a reflection, the slightest soft effervescence of hope.
You must make this your job.

Promise me that at the end of each day, no matter where you are or what you become, you’ll stop still and look to the sky.
Take in it’s colors, in all their distinction, because like this day, they’ll never occur quite the same.

We are but tourists in this world. Nothing to own, only people and places to pass through.