We Speak With More Than Our Mouths.

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.

Propel, Propel, Propel Your Craft Softly Down Liquid Solution. Ecstatically, Ecstatically, Ecstatically, Ecstatically, Existence Is Simply Illusion.

Hopefully Your Choices Can Come From A Deep Sense Of Who You Are.

Solitude Is Different From Loneliness, And It Doesn't Have To Be A Lonely Kind Of Thing.

The Real Issue In Life Is Not How Many Blessings We Have, But What We Do With Our Blessings. Some People Have Many Blessings And Hoard Them. Some Have Few And Give Everything Away.