The opposite of Prosperity is not poverty. It is anxiety.
By listening to the creator within, we are led to our right path.
I bless the wisdom of my loving heart. Love is a form of listening. I listen with a loving heart. I listen to the love within my heart and I hear the love in the hearts of others.
Did you write today? Then you’re a writer today.
Answered prayers are scary. They imply responsibility. You asked for it. Now that you’ve got it, what are you going to do? Why else the cautionary phrase Watch out for what you pray for; you might just get it?
I am a gate for God to accomplish great things. Through me and with me, new Life enters the world.
When we let God be God and work through us, we experience both a sense of serenity and excitement.
When we stop playing God, God can play through us.
Just as blood is a fact of your physical body and nothing you invented, creativity is a fact of your spiritual body and nothing you must invent.
What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do.
I think of making love and making art as being very parallel. Even the most amateur attempt can be thrilling.
I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.
Making art is an act of faith.
Enthusiasm is not an emotional state. It is a spiritual commitment, a loving surrender to our creative process. Enthusiasm – from the Greek, filled with God – is an ongoing energy supply tapped into the flow of life itself.
All of us are far richer than we imagine. None of us possesses a life devoid of magic.
In order to thrive as artists we need to be available to the universal flow. When we put a stopper on our capacity for joy by anorectically declining the small gifts of life, we turn aside the larger gifts as well.
What would a nontoxic god think of your creative goals? Might such a god really exist?
Choice by choice, moment by moment, I build the necklace of my day, stringing together the choices that form artful living.
Leap, and the net appears.
Technology teaches passivity. Absorbed in our devices – at any age – we are absorbed in someone elses perspective.