“Time to create,” said his heart.
“It’s about time,” replied his soul.
Why I write: because creating something that didn’t exist before is as close to magic as I’ll ever get.
I wander through fiction to find the truth.
Sometimes you can’t calm the storm, so it’s best to stop trying. What you can do is to calm yourself. The storm, no matter how violent, will pass.
Your life will get better when you realize it’s better to be alone than to chase people who don’t really care about you.
Real strength, empowerment, and inner peace begin with the ability to let go. Then focus on living in the moment according to what genuinely pleases you, instead of trying to look good to others in order to earn their favor.
Lazy is such an unpleasant word. I like to call it ‘selective participation’.
underneath my outside face / there’s a face that none can see / a little less smiley, a little less sure / but a whole lot more like me
Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.
Well, my friends, that’s enough for now. It is my hope something herein, either the words themselves, or some thoughts and impressions of your own that snuck quietly from between the lines, will generate an idea of your own.
We are together a formidable force when we forego letting others speak for us, instead being our own advocates and building our speech and conversations on the product of our own reasoning, guided by God’s wisdom and grace.
Life is a sequence of moments all called NOW.
© D. Dean Boone, 1/21/2020