If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.”
– Author Unknown

So often, we sit around, waiting, hoping, praying and working for the arrival of those major moments of awakening. Maybe they come, maybe not. Truth is, when you open your heart, there are a thousand passing moments every day that carry with them that same opportunity to come alive. Little deeds, fleeting moments that, when gifted with presence, hold within them the potential to create magic.


Each of us has a powerful and perfect compass that aligns our hearts, working automatically in the center of your being and giving you feedback to what you know”


Syrup and Honey

A piano sits in a room, gathering dust. It is full of the music of the masters, but in order for such strains to flow from it, fingers must strike the keys . . . trained fingers, representing endless hours of dedication. You do not have to practice. The piano neither requires it nor demands it. If, however, you want to draw beautiful music from the piano, one must just not hear the music but play it.  Where our heart is our time is spent….be it work, be it a relationship, be it a hobby….where we place the most time and energy says something.

The heart truly is the cosmic flower, the most beautiful flower of God, that opens into the Light and accepts life and nourishment that it might give forth its glorious perfume, its unique expression. Each heart flower is not only a gift to all Creation but is ever expanding and the dynamic power of Love.”

“We cannot control the parade of negative thoughts marching through our minds. But we can choose which ones we will give our attention to. Picture your thoughts as people passing by the front of your home. Just because they’re walking by doesn’t mean you have to invite them in.”

“You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is required. The stars neither require it nor demand it” (Annie Dillard).

Light won’t automatically shine upon you, nor will truth silently seep into your head by means of rocking-chair osmosis.

It’s up to you to move.

I am thankful that I don’t remain a catterpillar….I am far from a fully developed butterfly but my wings are formed….what colors shall array the wings is yet to be determined.  You know how we each say…Life is short….but then we keep living like we have endless moments to do and say the things we plan on just never get to.  I believe positive energy attracts the same.  Humming birds are drawn to fragrant flowers….as giving of the heart returns the same.

I came across this story… Little things = Great Moments

“A few years ago on the steps of the local post office, I was having one of those brutal days…Too much to do, lines everywhere.

Moving to the steps, I glanced up to almost knock over a young boy dressed in a blazer and tie. He looked to be about 8-years old an stood nervously offering chocolate bars for sale to support his school.

For years before, I came to see most anyone who asked me for money on the street in the same vain…pests, addicts and thieves. Yes, even the kids. Through a combination of fatherhood, spiritual exploration, the pursuit of a more conscious path and a switch to decaf latte, though, I found my outlook ceding to a more compassionate inner voice.

Less “why are you bothering me” and more “who am I to judge?”

As I looked up at this young man, he smiled insecurely. Feeling like my karma needed a bit of zip and wanting to do something nice, I offered a dollar for a bar and a thank you. I was feeling pretty good about my deed and began to make my way down the short flight of stairs and through the glass doors ahead.

As I approached, I noticed an older gentleman, silver hair and glasses, leaning with some effort on a cane and smiling at me. I thought this odd. People don’t make eye contact on the street in Manhattan, even old people. But, he looked so kind, I could not resist smiling back.

As I began to move toward him, thinking that would be the end of it, his smile widened to a grin and he began to gently raise his hand, pointing to the young man inside on the steps as he shared…

“That’s my grandson, thank you.”

He stood positively glowing with pride at his grandson’s success. I nearly cried. Karma repaid so instantly. So small an act, so great an impact upon both giver and receiver in so short a period of time.

In a smile, my day was transformed.

Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty. ~Sicilian Proverb

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.  The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.  ~Henri Nouwen

Cherie and Ted have spent most evenings on the lake…even Dad has been spending his time fishing this summer….when he’s not drinking coffee…Umm, I mean working.

Here are a few pictures from the Last Rays of June. Cherie took some of them while they were out fishing and the rest are of wonderful times spent with friends this month.  I truly am blessed to have the most amazing people in my life.

It’s hard to believe the 4th of July will be here in just a few days.  Wishing everyone a beautiful 4th of July!

Tomorrow’s memories come from today’s decisions.

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