The Grass Is Not, In Fact, Always

If You Do Not Join The Dancing You Will Feel Foolish. So Why Not Dance? And I Will Tell You A Secret: If You Do Not Join The Dance, We Will Know You Are A Fool. But If You Dance, We Will Think Well Of You For Trying. If You Dance Badly To Begin And We Laugh, What Is The Sin In That? We Will Begin There.

Only Now Have I Finally Realized That My Life Has Been An Unending Field Trip. And I Have Tried Hard Not To Be A Tourist. But To Be An Adventurer, A Traveler, An Explorer, A Learner, And A Pilgrim.

Sometimes During The Day, I Consciously Focus On Some Ordinary Object And Allow Myself A Momentary "paying-attention." This Paying-attention Gives Meaning To My Life. I Don't Know Who It Was, But Someone Said That Careful Attention Paid To Anything Is A Window Into The Universe. Pausing To Think This Way, Even For A Brief Moment, Is Very Important. It Gives Quality To My Day.

I Know What I Really Want For Christmas. I Want My Childhood Back. Nobody Is Going To Give Me That. I Might Give At Least The Memory Of It To Myself If I Try. I Know It Doesn't Make Sense, But Since When Is Christmas About Sense, Anyway? It Is About A Child, Of Long Ago And Far Away, And It Is About The Child Of Now. In You And Me. Waiting Behind The Door Of Or Hearts For Something Wonderful To Happen. A Child Who Is Impractical, Unrealistic, Simpleminded And Terribly Vulnerable To Joy.

Manuals Have Their Uses ... But They Are Not To Be Confused With Living.