A Whole Mind Cannot Create

Books Seek Us Out. They Slip Themselves Into Our Hands Just At The Time We Are Ready For A New Self-concept.

Love Itself Is Not An Act Of Will, But Sometimes I Need The Force Of My Volition To Break With My Habitual Responses And Pass Along The Love Already Here.

I Am Responsible For What I See. I Can Elect To Change All Thoughts That Hurt. I Could See Peace Instead Of This. The Past Is Over It Can Touch Me Not. This Instant Is The Only Time There Is. Today I Will Judge Nothing That Occurs. I Am Not The Victim Of The World I See. I Can Escape From The World I See By Giving Up Attack Thoughts. I Am Determined To See Things Differently. I Am Never Upset For The Reason I Think. Forgiveness Is The Key To Happiness. All That I Give I Give To Myself.

Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything Were To Turn Out Just Like I Would Want It To, Just Like I Would Plan For It To, Then I Would Never Experience Anything New; My Life Would Be An Endless Repetition Of Stale Successes. When I Make A Mistake I Experience Something Unexpected.... When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

When We Persist In Looking For And Finding What There Is To Value Within Our Self, We Discover A Pure And Loving Being.