Love The Battle Between Chaos And Imagination.

For All My Good Intentions, There Are Days When Things Go Wrong Or I Fall Into Old Habits. When Things Are Not Going Well, When I'm Grumpy Or Mad, I'll Realize That I've Not Been Paying Attention To My Soul And I've Not Been Following My Best Routine.

What I Notice Is That Every Adult Or Child I Give A New Set Of Crayolas To Goes A Little Funny. The Kids Smile, Get A Glazed Look On Their Faces, Pour The Crayons Out, And Just Look At Them For A While....the Adults Always Get The Most Wonderful Kind Of Sheepish Smile On Their Faces--a Mixture Of Delight And Nostalgia And Silliness. And They Immediately Start Telling You About All Their Experiences With Crayolas.

About Winning And Losing: It Isn't Important, What Really Counts Is How You Play The Game. About Playing The Game: Play To Win!

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

Every Person Passing Through This Life Will Unknowingly Leave Something And Take Something Away. Most Of This “something” Cannot Be Seen Or Heard Or Numbered Or Scientifically Detected Or Counted. It’s What We Leave In The Minds Of Other People And What They Leave In Ours. Memory. The Census Doesn’t Count It. Nothing Counts Without It.