From George Carlin

You had to love George Carlin, agree with his point of view or politics or
not he was a Great thinker and observer of the world as it is. ? ? ?
A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too
much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing t he street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered
outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better
things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the
atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more
computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but
we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night
stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to
quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to
just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because t hey are not
going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the
only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person
will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.

Home Is

Home Is
Home is where the story begins.
Home is where feelings are shared.
Home is where you get be goofy.
Home is where you can eat cheetos in bed.
Home is where everybody knows you..knows that you snore and doesn't care.
Home is where everybody knows you... knows that you cry during Hallmark commercials and doesn't care.
Home is where you can come in sopping wet from swimming in the lake and a warm fuzzy towel is waiting for you.....geez what a good day.....:)

Home At Last

A three year old can come up with many adventures. When I was three, with the help of my favorite preschool teacher, Mrs. Arnold, I wrote my first story about a baby bird’s first solo flight. There was squawking from the baby bird, but once in flight she discovered she could fly and not hit the ground. Today, I feel some similar feelings about writing now at the lovely young age of 40. I wasn’t sure if I could write a novel, I felt a gentle push, then a harder kick in the pants by my characters. Edward Forester and Liz Levine told me they wanted to be in the world, outside of my head. (Even though my head is a cool place to hang.) I visualized these childhood sweethearts at a writer’s retreat twelve years ago. Three years ago, I said to Ed and Liz and myself, “I am going to try to write your story.” I took weeks off from work and wrote everyday by the ocean. The writing just flowed out of me. (I have been a therapist for eighteen years and an oral historian for nine.) The character Liz is a therapist and world renowned for her knowledge of sex and relationships. I put a lot of my ideas about relationships into this book. It became an act of love to write and to finish a good draft. I am glad I’m going for it and leaping from the branch and learning to soar as a writer. You can check out some of my writing on www.rogerspark.com and http://brownstonetherapeutics.com/. Best,
Eve Brownstone

Shedding

Shedding
Shedding my scales
Shedding nasty bits
Shedding my doubts
Shedding fears
Shedding inches of projections

Into the Tunnel

Listen…to you... get quiet..you will find a path in..into the soft chambers ..into the long wooden hall ways…look for the lit candlight of your heart ..

The hallway is cold and dark along a portion... you will go alone..you will find friends along the way..but know that their path may go differently from yours.

I Can Be

I can be a cowgirl..
I can be a mermaid
I can be a dragon
I can be a warrior
I can be a girl
I can be a wise sage
I can be a child..
I can be a woman..
I can be myself...
All of it and more is inside
Don't be afraid of what you find

One Step

One step at a time.
One breathe at a time.
Time After Time. Thanks Cyndi.

This is just putting one foot in front of the other and making a go of it...
having faith...in the unknown....not being bitter.

Being grateful.

Saying Yes to Life!!!!

Not behaving as I should... as expected...

Feeling free for it...feeling more myself..

Patterns

Exploring patterns
very nice...that works for me
sort of sucks... to much suffering..
How to change???
Small moves Evie...

Expectations

Expect nothing and prepare for everything...easier said than done..