Listening Is Where Love Begins: Listening To

Perhaps We Think That We Won't Find Another Human Being Inside That Person. Perhaps We Think That There Are Some People In This World Who I Can't Ever Communicate With, And So I'll Just Give Up Before I Try. And How Sad It Is To Think That We Would Give Up On Any Other Creature Who's Just Like Us.

Those Of Us Who Are In This World To Educate-to Care For-young Children Have A Special Calling: A Calling That Has Very Little To Do With The Collection Of Expensive Possessions But Has A Lot To Do With Worth Inside Of Heads And Hearts.

Often, Problems Are Knots With Many Strands, And Looking At Those Strands Can Make A Problem Seem Different.

Music Is The One Art We All Have Inside. We May Not Be Able To Play An Instrument, But We Can Sing Along Or Clap Or Tap Our Feet. Have You Ever Seen A Baby Bouncing Up And Down In The Crib In Time To Some Music? When You Think Of It, Some Of That Baby's First Messages From His Or Her Parents May Have Been Lullabies, Or At Least The Music Of Their Speaking Voices. All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of Hearing A Tune From Childhood And Having That Melody Evoke A Memory Or A Feeling. The Music We Hear Early On Tends To Stay With Us All Our Lives.

It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor. Would You Be Mine; Could You Be Mine?