We Even Make Ourselves Up,

I Get Tired Of Hearing It's A Crummy World And That People Are No Damned Good. What Kind Of Talk Is That? I Know A Place In Payette, Idaho, Where A Cook And A Waitress And A Manager Put Everything They've Got Into Laying A Chicken-fried Steak On You.

The Kindergarten Children Are Confident In Spirit, Infinite In Resources, And Eager To Learn. Everything Is Still Possible.

Instructions For Wayfarers They Will Declare: Every Journey Has Been Taken. You Shall Respond: I Have Not Been To See Myself. They Will Insist: Everything Has Been Spoken. You Shall Reply: I Have Not Had My Say. They Will Tell You: Everything Has Been Done. You Shall Reply: My Way Is Not Complete. You Are Warned: Any Way Is Long, Any Way Is Hard. Fear Not. You Are The Gate - You, The Gatekeeper. And You Shall Go Through And On . . . —alexandros Evangelou Xenopouloudakis, Third Wish

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

Sometimes During The Day, I Consciously Focus On Some Ordinary Object And Allow Myself A Momentary "paying-attention." This Paying-attention Gives Meaning To My Life. I Don't Know Who It Was, But Someone Said That Careful Attention Paid To Anything Is A Window Into The Universe. Pausing To Think This Way, Even For A Brief Moment, Is Very Important. It Gives Quality To My Day.