Monthly Archives: July 2005

today i will be happy

You can behold gentleness and peace and innocence in the world provided you understand that they come from you. A way must be found to release the heart of its beauty. When your gaze is on the present and your eyes laugh, you shine on the world you see and the light of your heart goes before you. This is possible because you are something more than a body, and this something more must become interesting in your eyes, more interesting than the list of worries that scatters your thoughts into a thousand contending purposes.

Be single-minded, be purposeful, be focused. Know who you are and what you want. Be conscious, be aware. Formulate your purpose into words, etch it on your heart, repeat it in your mind, and above all, live it and see it. The truth is true. Happiness is better than misery. Therefore concentrate on happiness. Merely decide “Today I will be happy,” and it will be so. There is nothing more to happiness than this.

-Hugh Prather



You can either relax and let go of your life, in which case you will know peace. Or you can try to control your life, in which case you will know war. Try to make simple enjoyment of your life your goal. For example, if you want to be a good parent, just make the goal to enjoy your children, and you’ll do everything right. The simpler you can keep your goal, the more successful you’re going to be. There’s nothing complicated about all this. Just relax, be happy, and treat the people around you gently. It really is that simple. The struggle is in getting to a place where you sincerely want to do that.

-Hugh Prather


The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail.


don’t do it

so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.

unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

-from <a href=”Sifting Though The Madness for The Word, The Line, The Way

to be alive

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

-Marcus Aurelius, 121-80 AD

questions & answers

Joan: I always thought once you were an adult, you just sorta wake up with all the answers.

Helen: Yeah, that would be nice. But there’s hardly ever any answers, just…more questions.

-from Joan of Arcadia

whoever you are

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver