{Hear This}

"Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, 'There is no "I" in team.' What you should tell them is, 'Maybe not. But there is an "I" in independence, individuality and integrity.'" Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, "We're the So-and-Sos," take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it's unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don't participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you're not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.” ― George Carlin Words for my little peeps as they start another school year...

{Seasons}

“There is another world, but it is in this one.” ― W.B. Yeats

{Wishes for You)

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.” ― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

{Swimmer Wind}

The summer wind, came blowin in - from across the sea It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me -Frank Sinatra

{Tulle and Twine}

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable, beautiful, and afraid of nothing as though I had wings - Mary Oliver

{Drops of Jupiter}

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off... Thet must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they is not really alive unless they are creating.” ― Pearl S. Buck

{Sweet Dreams}

You know that place between sleep and awake; That place where you can still remember dreaming? That is where I will always love you. That is where I'll be waiting-Peter Pan

{Clearing}

I climbed the tree to see the world-The Cinematic Orchestra

{Ebb}

"I have sea foam in my veins for I understand the language of waves"-Le Testament d'Orphee

{Tipping Points}

When sleeping women wake, mountains move...Chinese Proverb