Realize the masterpieces you hope to create are found between your fists and your fingertips.
The magic is in sweet unsuccess. The mumbling and movement around a coffee shop
yield the perfect poetry of the present. When we walk in the current, we run into fondness for life, and over the preoccupations of living.
We appreciate sunlight both by lying in it and by missing it:
Summer and Winter, high tide and low tide
Inhale, exhale.
Let the night be won by loons and swooning. Let us look to nature and to ourselves
with belief as wide as a child’s, so that we can close our fists around our potential
And open our hands to beauty.
