Was Einstein Right?

There are two ways to live. You can live as if nothing is a miracle, or you can live as if everything is a miracle.

– Albert Einstein

This week, I’m inspired by my good friend Jenni’s post.

Sometimes I just end up down in the dirt.

And sometimes I think it’s a miracle that there’s dirt at all, or a me to be down in it. So I’m firmly on the miracle side, because even in the midst of all the struggle and pain, I’ve still seen too many sunsets and heard too much incredible music and eaten too much dark chocolate.

Question: What makes you believe in miracles?

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Illustrating Your Life

Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you.

– Marsha Norman

Question: How are you illustrating your life?

Dancing with Fire

Tags

Carpe Diem, Dance, Dancing, Dreams, FIre, Life, Poetry, Siezing the Day

Dance with Fire,
Dance with Life!
Come boom your drums
off the dark shale cliffs
and feel the echo
in your deepest heartbeat.

– Tad Kershner

Question: What Fire Dance brings you alive?

All There is to Love

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abundance, love, rumi

An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain,
moving between huge stacks of wheat,
not knowing the abundance all around.
It thinks its one grain
is all there is to love.

– Rumi

Question: What wheat grain(s) do you find yourself getting stuck on?

On Coming Alive

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art, Dreams, Life, making the world a better place, Poetry, world, writing

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

– Howard Thurman

Question: What makes you come alive?

Welcome, Rowdy Prisoners!

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Dreams, Life, Poetry

The small man
Builds cages
For everyone he knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head when the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.

– Hafiz

Welcome, all you beautiful rowdy prisoners!

Question:
When has someone dropped you a key?
When have you dropped a key for someone?

One random commenter will get an autographed copy of the next Dragonfly short story, coming this spring!

Fever or Forgotten Wings

Something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line…
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open…
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

– Pablo Neruda

The best expression I’ve heard on what compells us to create art.
May you always burn with fever, and may you discover amazing places on your forgotten wings!

Question: What was it like the first time you discovered your passion?