Archive for October, 2011

The wilderness is a cafe; the goal is to stay off the plate.

Love earth; love life.

Our planet, five stars; the guests, none.

Coffee good hot; earth not.

The city heals us from the country and the country from the city.

Fanged sin and all the world not kin.

A forest is a cathedral.

The first environment to respect is within.

A star-spangled sky advertizes a healthy earth.

Gardens are safe wildernesses.

Oxygen, hydrogen and carbon form a choir.

Tsunamis, hurricanes and earthquakes ended romanticism.

To topple tyrants tweet.

The family that Skypes together stays together.

Modern living is 700 friends on Facebook and no one to dinner.

Tech suffers fate; wise packs its own update.

A flat screen is no substitute for a natural scene.

Old technologies rule  —  wheels and wings and bullets cruel.

It is the prerogative of man to perish at the hands of the machines he constructs.

Technology has shrunk the globe to the size of the ear; compassion brings us close enough to hear.

Fire bookends history; it cooked the first meal; it will cook the last.

The smart phone put the whole world in a pocket.

Machines expand minds, and shrink our souls.

We vaporize the hidden eyes; morality turns into lies.

Technology isn’t turning space into junk, we are.

Technology is not adverse to making our world better — or worse.

Health is wealth.

Calm is an anti-accident.

Unhealthy emotions follow family commotions.

Avoid gyms; you don’t want to live forever.

Dying is a healthy choice.

Bodily functions are common compunctions.

An apple a day keeps the proctologist at bay.

A proverb applied is a doctor inside.

Late to bed, late to oblige is healthy, stealthy and teenage.

Healthy psyches thrive in unhealthy bodies.

Oceans are anti-depressants, mountains selective-serotonin reuptake inhibitors.

Acceptance is an analgesic.

The carotenoids heal.

Deserts are prescriptions.

Health foods, dutiful; tasty foods, beautiful.

Sleep is an antibody.

Health is harmony within.

Love is health.

Spiritually speaking, losing is winning.

Reality — it’s a branch of spirituality.

Spirituality contains two dangers — gating, and chrome plating.

The most spiritual, don’t know it.

Spirituality exists when broken servants wash the feet of diseased children.

False spirituality builds a checkpoint, true constructs an open road.

Spirituality’s not piety; it’s rough and tough society.

Your spirituality exists within your next act of compassion.

A holy proximity to unholy people is the sign of spiritual maturity.

It is better to feed others than eat at a church potluck.

Spirituality goes silent when it tolerates what’s violent.

It takes more courage to end a thing than to begin it.

Beginnings change endings to sendings.

Endings are bendings.

Tough endings sprout tender beginnings.

Every ending is a beginning.

The end of enabling is the beginning of responsibility.

The wise begin with the end in mind; the realistic end with the end in mind.

When we cannot remember how we began, we cannot see how we will end.

Love is an antitoxin; it cures us from poisonous bites.

At the end of my fingertips is the beginning of you.

Love ends harmful relationships; self-hate, it endures them.

In the end, God created the beginning.

Accepting the end of each day is a dress rehearsal for accepting the end of the last day.

Don’t lock your junk in a hope trunk.

It is much easier to get rid of your children than their junk.

If you fill up your garage with cars, where will you park your junk?

A garage sale is about taking ownership of the means of reduction.

Mold, rust and dry rot turn one decade’s treasure into another decade’s junk.

Life begins pre-junk, enters mid-junk and ends post-junk.

Craig's List: how one man's junk becomes another man's.

Sex sells, but not like junk.

Selling junk is the world's oldest obsession.

To perfect your prophetic gift, visit land fills and junk yards.

A day can turn a whole city into junk — Otsuchi, Japan.

To understand the end of the world,  visit a junkyard.