Who we are is not something that is given to us. It is something we choose. Every action we take, and every thought we have and feeling we embrace defines us. Be active in your choice. Choose well. You can be who ever you want to be and don’t let anyone tell you differently. It all comes from within, and you know best about you. As for those around you, ask yourself…."wings or weights?” “What is this person giving me?
Wings or weights?” Needless to say wings win. Go there.

The age of Greed is ended
And how badly so!!
Could anyone have written the story of the demise
so wonderfully and dramatically as did the laws of nature?
For those who have taken too much and given too
little, this time is right and good and
as it should be.
The sorry fact is that too many of the innocent
and the already lacking have been affected.

Greed is a contracted condition and it allows only for one.
Generosity is its opposite.
Generosity is a condition of openness and trust and it allows for the many.
It says, ” there is so much to go around, however much that I give will be the
half of what I get back.” Generosity is a condition of faith. The faith that
inspires generosity allows for freedom and a sense of expanse.
and ultimately brings us the smile of inclusion.
Generosity is a blessed act. It speaks of the divine in that to be
generous, is to believe in abundance, love, prosperity, grace,
goodness etc.
Be generous. Be Generous even and especially now. Fight fear and
place greed in the grave by opening your heart generously to another.
Do not confuse generosity with the giving of money.
Be generous hearted, minded, spirited.

There are moments of great beauty and truth that move us to let it all go.
We are lifted and inspired, opened and relaxed by great music, the words of a poet, the light of a sunset, the warmth of wine and the ease of time.
In these moment of openness we surrender our little territory, our place of ‘I am right” and we feel a greater sense of compassion toward another.
Where we meet when we enter into forgiveness is in the divine- we share it together- the sun on our faces, the breeze that touches our skin, the fog that settles and in the sound of a lonely trumpet solo- we meet in these places of great beauty and truth because they are one with our essence.
We are all just failed pieces, fallen particles from that one great thing.
To really live honestly, beautifully, truthfully, with wholeness, and in grace is very very hard. I fail every day.
Those that I am hardest on are those that reflect back to me that failure.
Tonight, having listened to beautiful music I am moved to say, I love everyone that has ever tried to love and who even now is questioning the value and the way.
Nothing is harder, than love and to have a great relationship with anyone is just the most amazing thing ever in the world. If you have one celebrate it daily and work hard to preserve it. If you don’t fight hard to learn how to give and receive- fight hard. It is why you are here.

I listen as Art Garfunkle sings “Bridge Over Troubled Water.”

“Sail on silver girl, sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine?
Oh. If you need a friend, I’m sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will ease your mind.”

Feel a little weepy tonight.
> Sometimes the past creeps up like a low cloud.
> I am sitting in the fog of my past and it is
> hard to see.
> Is it not astonishing that nothing matters more
> than the love of our parents, and that no thing
> so devastates as the lack of, loss of, or the
> misunderstanding of that love?
>
> We are glorious and perfect and worthy and
> yet we can sometimes be so tangled in a web
> of past emotional misadventures as to not
> know the truth that everyone else can see.
> The hurtful attention ties us up as much as
> the neglect. Both leave filaments of limitation
> across the beating of our hearts.
>
> It is so hard to be a child and at once, as an adult,
> we know how very hard it must be to be a parent.
> I have great compassion for those that raised me.
> They did their best. They did their best. They
> did not mean to hurt me, or to leave me empty.
> And I know it is my job now to fill up the dark spots.
> There is so much love in my world, and in yours.
> We have love around us enough to repair the damage,
> to fill the holes, to build the walls and to tear them
> down, so that freedom can be the expression of the
> truth that we are perfect, lovable, deserving, good and
> whole.
> It means the world to me that I can write to you from here.
> Do not return to me that trust.
> Pass it along to another.
>
>

Listen with a quiet mind, and without defense
to the voices you hear in and around your life.
Are they for you or against you.
There is no middle ground.
Sometimes the people and things closest to us
are those causing us the most harm.
Your life- your heart, mind and soul are your home.
Look around the house.
Open all the cabinets.
Don’t enter into argument with toxins.
Just throw them out.
My mom once said to me about a guy I was
suffering to love, “its not what he says, its
how he makes you feel.”
People do not see, nor really hear each other.
We feel each other. Everything is an energy exchange.
Do those around you make you feel good, supported,
understood, encouraged and just plain happy?
If so, they get to be your guests, if not, show them
the door and be sure to get your keys back.
Once the house is empty, trust me, you will begin
to re-decorate.