Maybe We Should Develop A Crayola Bomb

Living Things Have Been Doing Just That For A Long, Long Time. Through Every Kind Of Disaster And Setback And Catastrophe. We Are Survivors.

Life Is. I Am. Anything Might Happen. And I Believe I May Invest My Life With Meaning. The Uncertainty Is A Blessing In Disguise. If I Were Absolutely Certain About All Things, I Would Spend My Life In Anxious Misery, Fearful Of Losing My Way. But Since Everything And Anything Are Always Possible, The Miraculous Is Always Nearby And Wonders Shall Never, Ever Cease.

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.

Weddings Seem To Be Magnets For Mishap And For Whatever Craziness Lurks In Family Closets. In More Ways Than One, Weddings Bring Out The Ding-dong On Everybody Involved.

I Talk About Very Serious Human Affairs But With A Lightness Of Heart.