travel

Posted: February 23, 2011 in travel
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Any time is a good time to go anywhere!

Travel heals us of not traveling.

To meet the need inside — go outside.

A good day is any day in a new place.

We go outdoors to find a lid off, a thing unwalled, a lovely fringe, a tattered edge, a mud acre, a blue-sparkled stretch of rest.

In another country, we’re in another house.

The unexpected beats the checklist.

A talk is a good walk spoiled.

Stay home only long enough to earn the next trip.

We travel when we are young so that we will have something to remember when we are old.

Travel is a culinary memory.

Travel has three waits —  the wait to get there, the wait to return and the wait to go again.

random

Posted: February 22, 2011 in random
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Environmentalism sells; so does lumber.

When problems become life then there is a problem.

Heat prints mark our spot.

Warm creatures, not things.

Outer life is retrievable; inner life is lost to its own memory.

Retirement is the slavey where we choose to preserve what once served us.

Therapy culture isn’t a product of the elite; it is is a product of the mess we have all made of our relationships.

Temporize don’t compromise.

Our shadows carry our crosses.

What is unsubstantial is gold — lasting is the soul.

Something travels with us – most precious and strong — us.

All of us will one day hear, “You have become like us,” when the grave rises to meet us.

prayer

Posted: February 22, 2011 in prayer
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Pray — then be okay with “Hey.”

Pray paddling; sooth the rattling.

Prayer is not to change God’s mind; it’s to change ours.

Prayer isn’t assignment; it’s alignment.

Prayer isn’t asking; it’s cheering.

Our best prayers confess our worst errors.

Praying “Wow!” bests the formal bow and cow.

Prayer for an enemy is peace for ourselves.

We get a deal when we sit still.

We pray on our knees only after life has kicked our feet out from under us.

pain

Posted: February 22, 2011 in pain
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Secrets increase pain; relief comes from telling.

Pain debilitates; relief motivates.

Post-pain — great gain.

When the baby cries and when the soul cries, do the same thing — pick it up.

Pain paralyzes one; it energizes another.

Pain — it is the world’s oldest muse.

The suffering of one is the suffering of all.

Hidden sin is public torment.

In pitch black emotional brokenness, grace runs through the cracks.

The first step toward recovery is over the cliff.

Time is the gift we give the suffering.

Pain is like alcohol: The first couple of hits are noticed most by the recipient; after that the effects are the most obvious to the observer.

The image of God is seen in the faces of the suffering.

religion

Posted: February 22, 2011 in religion
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Religions ruin with rifles.

The well will be most shocked in hell.

Religion can be a pain in the apse.

Abecedarians are seldom contrarians.

The rupture of the saints — it has already occurred.

The great cathedrals may collapse under their own weight, so too the faithful may fall by too much religion.

Those who think the great religions are all alike show how very little they know about the great religions.

Those who say the great religions of the world have nothing in common, show how biased they are in favor of their own limited brand of spirituality.

When a spiritual group becomes a club, it’s just a holy ruba-dub-dub.

Many great religious leaders can’t seem to stand succeeding at being unselfish.

Religions traffic in truth as if it were medicine: Take two propositions and go to bed.

Religious conflict is normal; fear makes it dangerous.

action

Posted: February 21, 2011 in action
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Exhaustion is a high; it follows caring for the low.

The ruthless are truthless.

Nonproductive leisure, highly productive pleasure.

Hug the starving; you won’t do nothing.

Start now; later take the bow.

Not starting — ending.

A life of compassion beats a bushel of fashion.

Talk is depressing, action progressing.

Forget what you might have said; start doing what’s in your head.

Passion fights for a life of action.

Do nothing; this will ensure something.

You active, wise; you passive, dies.

The wise give out, what fools only talk about.

friends

Posted: February 21, 2011 in friends
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Friends come and go; children come and stay.

A book isn’t like a friend; it shuts up when you reach the end.

True friends are like cats; you can neglect them, they won’t make you pay later.

Renewing old friendships is like refinishing wood floors — the beauty shines again.

Devotedly practice the art of making new friends; every stage of life will be richer for it.

Acquaintances  pop on and off like leggos; friends grab on like ring-shank nails.

Good friends are like good food; eat up, go back for more.

Milk and honey; friends and money.

To make new friends — move.

Calm is found in relationships with people we don’t know well.

 

love

Posted: February 21, 2011 in love
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Vow to all the precious people you love, “I’ll tolerate you forever!”

If you don’t love me, something’s wrong with thee.

To be or not to be; love is you, all ours, and me.

Pets are God’s antidote for an overdose of humans.

Love, love, love, eloquence thereof.

Love in poem and speach and song, but not in every string-a-long.

Love invented language; then it invented silence.

Don’t fly into space without oxygen; neither voyage into life without love.

Frippery loves company; misery loves itself.

It is better to have loved, but if not, at least to have eaten.

Love your hater, as yourself.

We easily topple, collapse and fall into love, but to hate, we must claw, crab and crack our way to there.

leadership

Posted: February 21, 2011 in leadership
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When the bathroom light goes out, keep flying the plane.

Small objections nag large missions.

Visions are inspired; plans are hired.

We set fires to desires with envy that success inspires.

Falling leaders too often imagine they are flying.

What’s right takes fight.

Public affirmal is just epidermal.

To be a leader is to be stroked — then poked.

Stories rule; strategic plans drool.

Being responsible for a public trust is always one centimeter from abusing it.

Behind all foot dragging is a tongue wagging.

Beware entrenched leaders with resources.

 

judgment

Posted: February 21, 2011 in judgment
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Rules are a relational ruse; pound them and you’ll cook your goose.

Nag and pick, poke and demand, you’ll make the final judgment bland.

The! — “Meh.”

Our prejudices limit our pleasures.

Those who most pound the rules are those who most often break them.

Unfinished stories deserve unfinished judgments.

Political culture, dove or vulture.

We all exist in a state of subnormality; your version won’t fix that.

Gentle words never hint at the furious battle within by which those words were made gentle.

Judge nothing; decern everything.

The exception to one rule doesn’t begin a new one.

Experts are only for the secure.

Racism is an attachment disorder.

Our soteriology should always trump the judgments of our morality.

A hug is an antevenom for judgment.

emotions

Posted: February 21, 2011 in emotions
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Emotions are much more than fluff and puff; they battle in the realm of the rough and the tough.

Look inward; it’s thereward.

Night cools the hot earth; calm cools an angry person.

Blood nurtures skin; love succors kin.

Trust acts past feeling.

Trust creates eudaimonia.

Fear is the daughter of pride.

Confidence gallops on the back of success.

Vulnerability crafts it’s own community.

The quiet, deep and peaceful sea is home to every shark and ray.

Hide no emotion; avoid no commotion.

Fear is the transient we must ask to move along.

choices

Posted: February 21, 2011 in choices
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We are the highest ranking officers of our least successful choices.

The pet lion will one day eat its owner, so too the bad choice will one day engulf the one who makes it.

The just man with an invisibility cloak will still be just when he is invisible.

As weed becomes invisible among a thousand flowers so one bad choice disappears among many good ones.

Between us is a ditch that may threaten or enrich.

A baby is one-hundred thousand decisions.

HR always has a problem – what to do with the bodies.

The smallest choice is the biggest triumph.

Freedom is owning your good choices and not blaming others for your bad ones.

Even the good heart sometimes aches for the choice that may make it break.

All you have to do to slide back down the vertical wall you are now climbing is nothing.

Talk like a crook; live like a saint.

Successful choices can make a person arrogant or thankful; it depends on who the successful thinks is responsible.

whacked

Posted: February 21, 2011 in whacked
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Deny the people pleaser his fix; he’ll get in his licks.

The whacked will hack, then pack.

The more powerful the office, the less sane need be the officer.

Treat Sir Whacked as Sir Jacked.

Jealousy is an AK47; insanity is firing it at a person looking the other way.

A plant with brown leaves and a leader who will not solve problems — the end of a cycle.

Whacked behaviors come in all flavors.

The toxicity of resentment stunts the efficacy of rapprochement.

As the saprotrophs devour dead flesh, so the hurt gnaw on oozing sores.

The best liars can’t tell if they themselves are lying.

Please the whacked, or you’ll be sacked.

The hostile smile, then beguile.

truth

Posted: February 21, 2011 in truth
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A walk out-truths a talk.

Truth’s feet are in concrete.

Theories open up our minds; stories travel up our spines.

Blindness is the dreaded disability everyone has.

Trust a fable; it’s a cable.

Ruthless is truthless.

Two truths: what everyone is saying, what no one is saying.

Don’t try to make a parable stand on four legs that was made to hop about on one point.

The fool turns the truth to rule.

Truth is slate to those who hate.

A narrow mind slams one door and closes the whole mansion of truth.

A fine bike and a wise answer are sold for the same price.

There are only a few weird questions, lots of weird answers.

god

Posted: February 21, 2011 in god
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God is not a prudish stance; God knows how to sing and dance.

As a cat purrs on a lap, so a psyche purrs near to God.

God has lower standards than us; he accepts what we reject.

God’s dreams include extremes.

God isn’t found in rules, big buildings, judgmental fools.

God has a penchant for astonishment.

God is always, ever present, except in our awareness, rent.

God’s neurotoxin for failure is mercy.

God is deep and God is broad, far beyond religious mod.

God loves the nod and the bod; he is not the church vice-squad.

God always exceeds our conception of him.

celebration

Posted: February 20, 2011 in celebration
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Life a party, celebrants its beat.

Blessed are the good cooks for they shall inherit the celebratory eaters.

Celebrate, celebrate, burn off everything you ate.

Ecstasy has a security guard; it’s morality.

The grateful — elateful.

For a good life find good food, then find good people to eat it with.

Shake, hug, kiss and scream every time you see a gene.

Fools gulp and get yappy; the wise sip and get happy.

The best things in life are simple — hug, kiss, smile and dimple.

Every meeting is a celebration: “There you are again!”

Today’s cooperation is tomorrow’s celebration.

beauty

Posted: February 20, 2011 in beauty
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Loyalty wins every family beauty pageant.

Beauty’s yeast in every beast.

Beauty is learned; gorgeous on the other hand — that’s earned.

Beauty is in the eye of the textbook.

Love can lead to an outbreak of beauty.

Beautiful from afar; banal from anear.

Not snooty has beauty.

Beauty’s reality in every banality.

We are the memes of our beautiful dreams.

Lust obliterates beauty.

The most beautiful things in the universe go unnoticed — slime molds, kindness, the courage of the disabled.

us

Posted: February 20, 2011 in us
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It is the American creed to go it on your own; it is the American myth that this is possible.

Every living thing my kin.

Renewal is plural; the way forward is decked out in people.

Wag, wag, the wary bag.

Groups of people eating, talking and laughing are happy; if you want to be happy, get food and call people.

Seeing that none of us is smarter than all of us, it is good when each of us is close with many of us.

There are no little people, only small-minded views of people of different sizes and shapes.

When we open our hearts, they open their hearts; when we open our lives, they open their lives.

We court each other gently, by quietness.

Issues are nothing; people are everything.

The rugged, self-reliant, self-sustaining, independent hero is a myth; every soul on earth is held up every day by an army of cooks, tailors, builders, cleaners, healers, planters, haulers, fixers and protectors.

When people become a logistical problem we have forgotten we are family.

Steward uniqueness, especially in weakness

Be opposite with opposite, and in the end you’ll up the yup.

The deprived child will make a contrived adult.


renewal

Posted: February 20, 2011 in renewal
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As volcanic ash enriches the soil, so trouble nourishes the psyche.

Difficult experiences don’t teach you something; they make you something.

Disappointments are diapause, the comma just before the clause.

Promote change; you are certain to get that.

Extremophiles thrive in ice and fire; adventure exists on a very high wire.

Just because you can’t hear the wheels turn, the cogs clank or the keys click doesn’t mean the next door isn’t opening.

Redwoods, grow, quietly.

The best miracle is not a healed hand; its a healed heart.

You can’t change your old history; you can always make a new one.

Redemptive prophets buy the field —  build and build and build and build.

Nothing changes like a change of heart.

Maturity has an acute awareness; it is of not having arrived.

We must come to terms with the people in our past so that we don’t destroy the people in our future.

We fix a thing by fixing the edge of the thing, until we have arrived at its center.

A cracked wall can be patched and painted; and a cracked life is not beyond repair.

We reshape the hateful past with the loving future.

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