Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there…….Henry Miller
there is a place, not so much a destination as a sacred field……a renaissance…..we become our own visionaries, our own refreshing star patch……twinkling, alive, random, and full of wishes……
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream……..Jack Kerouac
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving through you, a joy…..Rumi
Make Believe Boutique 
This morning, I read an email from my mom where she talked about being overwhelmed with all the things she needs to do and all the things that get done regardless. I reassured her that some things may indicate a need to be done, but in fact, they are not. What needs to be done is to love, to hold, to kiss and to listen……..becoming one of a larger story. The dusting will wait; love will not……… I reminded her to focus on those things she would regret not doing were tomorrow never to come. I think we should do that more often – pause in the midst of the expectations to understand our sweetest obligation……to love. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I think it was Ben Franklin who said “You cannot teach a man anything you can only helo\p him find it in himself” What a great truth in those words. This is the joy Rumi speaks of, it is the bliss we come to know in connection with the eternal …